Sunday from my desk

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Every night growing bigger whenever I looked up – the Moon of the Falling Leaves.  Hearing the leaves falling softly, filling the gardens now, and the streets.  Solstice is past.  Winter is coming.   It was a week of exhibitions where naturally my focus would be drawn to women –  feelings, sensibility and creativity. Starting in Paris where an exquisite exhibition of new work by Sarah Moon is showing, to the troubling exhibition of Ana Mendieta in London,  and the work of Indian photographer Dayanita Singh… this week was all about us – women.

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    Every night growing bigger whenever I looked up - the Moon of the Falling Leaves.  Hearing the leaves falling softly, filling the gardens now, and the streets.  Solstice is past.  Winter is coming.   It was a week of exhibitions where naturally my focus would be drawn to women –  feelings, sensibility and creativity. Starting in Paris where an exquisite exhibition of new work by Sarah Moon is showing, to the troubling exhibition of Ana Mendieta in London,  and the work of Indian photographer Dayanita Singh… this week was all about us - women.