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.
The October Moon is called Moon of Falling Leaves by some. Others prefer Hunter’s Moon because the fields of the Harvest moon are now stubble under moonlight – offering little shelter for smaller creatures avoiding foxes and owls on their night time prowls. Hopefully now as the nights grow darker, the deer will run freely through winter to spring untouched…
“Dream Villa 1″: Here, a magic picture by Dayanita Singh.
Her exhibition at the Hayward Gallery in London
was a great discovery for me. As much
as I knew her art through her books,
I had never seen an exhibition before.
The artist says that she photographs to make books,
so she always wondered why exhibitions are made
of single images in frames and behind glass.
This reason is why she now creates what she calls
“portable museums” – wooden structures
that display many pictures at a time.
Here, Dayanita Singh’s large wooden structures holding her photographs: what she has also called “photo-architecture” is a beautifully edited and sequenced exhibition. As a lover of books, seeing the idea of book
being expanded in this way is very exciting.
Only animals, plants, nature… no people… How amazing is the new exhibition “Alchemies” by Sarah Moon at the Natural History Museum in Paris –
and her clear and present fascination with the venue.
And new for her are the big color flower prints, standing out,
an immersion in her unique aesthetics and universe.
Here, “Untitled” by Ana Mendieta, a design of a leaf.
The first time I saw her work was on the occasion of the exhibition
at Castello di Rivoli earlier this year. It was a beautiful retrospective,
and to see again her images at the Hayward Gallery in London
reinforces my sense of respect for her.
The “Silueta” series – 1973–77 – were made by Mendieta during
her travels between Iowa where she was raised,
and Mexico that perhaps reminded her of her native Cuba.
Often in her works she used her body to leave an imprint
in different natural environments on the earth.
On Monday evening, the opening of the Erwin Blumenfeld exhibition at the Jeu de Paume in Paris was the most beautiful show of his work I had ever seen.
Curators Ute Eskildsen and Nadia Blumenfeld-Charbit brought a depth of understanding to his photographs – showing perhaps for the first time
the relationship of his images and his artistic life.
Here, “Torso” 1936.