A new exhibition offering a glimpse into the lives of Islamic women couldn’t be more timely as many North Americans wonder about the disfranchised half of the Muslim population.
Walking into the dimly lit exhibition room the sound of something exotic, something foreign to your senses, draws you towards it.
As you enter the screening room for Shirin Neshat’s Turbulent 1988, the music compels you to turn and find the source of the voice.
At opposite ends of the room are two projection screens facing each other.
Walking into the dimly lit exhibition room the sound of something exotic, something foreign to your senses, draws you towards it.
As you enter the screening room for Shirin Neshat’s Turbulent 1988, the music compels you to turn and find the source of the voice.
At opposite ends of the room are two projection screens facing each other.
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