To Name A Few
27 April – 22 June 2019, Tanya Leighton, Berlin
Preview: Friday, 26 April 7–9 pm
I am sitting here with this feeling, and it is a familiar feeling, and it is my heart.
I am needing to reassure myself that I am not writing this letter to you, that I am
just writing it, simply writing it, simply letting it wander out.
I feel sad. My heart, my chest, what fills my chest, something like the taste of
copper, like sucking on a penny, like licking a 9 volt battery and getting a little
shock. It’s here, a little shock.
It has never been so apparent, the workings of shame embedded in my being so
old and outside, yet all the same my own deep thing to tend to, untangle, air out
And I guess it’s true, now I am writing to you. I am writing to you from me and
also to myself.
But isn’t that a letter?
The linear scroll is scraping against the pavement.
In my delusions I am literally some kind of a hero and that is embarrassing.
What holds the reigns, I think of some force, nameless, shapeless within and
outside this bodily container. Sending signals into outer space and actually
I can tell you the joy of this spring day, the brightness of 4PM light, the spirits
that burst through at this time. It’s almost too much of a drunken feeling to
manage. It’s almost too much.
There is my heart again. You know, I haven’t been able to feel my heart in so
And now I pause, and just stare at my hands, still on the board.
And in this moment I decided this letter is no longer for you, because I know
that you don’t want it.
This letter is for my heart, and I can say anything to my heart.
Right now, I am saying to my heart, I am sorry. I am sorry that I wrapped you up in cotton batting and put you away all tampered down and quiet. I am sorry that I hid you from myself, that I turned away from you while we were sleeping, and on purpose, many times.
I am sorry that I turned away from you, my heart. My beautiful, my tender, my sensitive, my loving, my strong, strong heart. And I am so sorry that I put you to rest so often as to no longer feel anything between my ribs and the sky.
To Name a Few
Tanya Leighton, Berlin
Gallery Weekend 2019
26 April – 22 June 2019
David Diao, 2018
Delmonico books — Prestel
With contributions from Philip Tinari, Michael Corris, Pi Li, Sarah K. Rich, Felicia Chen, Kerry Doran
Recipient of the 2019 Arnaldo Pomodoro Sculpture Prize
Solo exhibition opens in Fall 2019
Galleria d'Arte Moderna, Milan
Phaidon Contemporary Artist Series
Text by Julia Bryan-Wilson, Jeannine Tang, and Lanka Tattersall
...and other such stories
Chicago Architecture Biennial
Chicago Cultural Center
19 September 2019 – 5 January 2020
Fondazione Morra Greco, Naples
Tanya Leighton is delighted to announce that the Museum of Modern Art, New York has acquired Marianne Wex's Let's Take Back Our Space: 'Female' and 'Male' Body Language as a Result of Patriarchal Structures, 1977
Tanya Leighton Gallery, Berlin, established in 2008, is dedicated to developing a cross-disciplinary, trans-generational gallery programme with off-site projects, in collaboration with artists, filmmakers, critics, art historians, and curators. Its international exhibition programme reflects a variety of opinions and practices as well as Leighton’s associations with American and British experimental cinema, artist’s film and video, performance, minimal and conceptual art.
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John Baldessari, Alejandro Cesarco, Louise Lawler, Haim Steinbach, Nicola Tyson
20 October – 21 November 2015, Tanya Leighton, Berlin
Play is both verb and noun. As a verb, it has no rules (although games do), but as a noun it is often scripted. As viewers (and producers), we are usually caught somewhere in the middle.
Playing calls to mind the world of children and make believe; it can be frightening and exhilarating because it almost always leads to unforeseeable places, because of the way it may surprise. The exhibition equates playing with creative misreading, misappropriating, allegorizing; and games (with their rules, expectations, and limitations) with style, tradition, and the foreseeable.
In any cultural field it seems impossible to be original except on the basis of tradition. The interplay between originality and the acceptance of tradition as the basis of inventiveness may be interpreted as an example of what the English child psychoanalyst D. W. Winnicott characterizes as the interplay between separateness and union. The ‘transitional object’, or, ‘the paradox that I accept and do not attempt to resolve’, as he claims. Winnicott locates creative playing and cultural experience in the potential space between the individual and their environment. Winnicott’s idea of play is foregrounded in the relationship of trust and reliability that may develop between baby and mother. Who then serves as the mother in our creative (artistic) playing? Could this perhaps be the role of tradition?
Play stages correspondences, affinities and genealogies - ideas which manifest tradition. It elaborates on the ethics of admiration, on repeating as a means of varying. It problematizes the artistry of referencing and reminds us of the potentials of allegory as method.