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Zoe Leonard, TV Wheelbarrow<\/em>, 2001, dye transfer print, 20 in. \u00d7 16 in. Collection of the New York Public Library; Funds from the Estate of Leroy A. Moses, 2005.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Never have I wanted to touch a photograph as badly as I wanted to touch Zoe Leonard\u2019s Red Wall<\/em> 2001\/2003<\/em> (Leonard typically includes two dates with each photograph, the first signaling when the photo was taken, the second when it was printed). It\u2019s an image of such saturated\u2014such tactile\u2014redness that it was, for a beat, difficult to accept that it was only a representation of a wall, flat and smooth and framed. Red Wall<\/em> is a minimalist monochrome wet dream that inspires a maximalist yearning\u2014an outsized, outrageous need.<\/p>\n

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Zoe Leonard, \u201cI want a president,\u201d 1992.<\/p><\/div>\n

Leonard is a photographer and a sculptor. She is also an activist, and her work with the AIDS<\/small> Coalition to Unleash Power (ACT UP<\/small>) serves as a model for conscientious, personally risky political involvement. Her samizdat poem \u201cI want a president,\u201d originally written to celebrate Eileen Myles\u2019s 1992 \u201copenly female” (in the poet\u2019s words) run for the presidency, was originally meant to run in a small journal that shut down right before publication. In 2006, it was printed as an insert postcard in the journal LTTR<\/em>, and in 2016, it appeared on a billboard at the foot of the High Line. \u201cI want a dyke for president. I want a person with aids for president,\u201d the poem begins. It ends, \u201cI want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown. Always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker. Always a liar, always a thief, and never caught.\u201d<\/p>\n

As the scholar Ann Cvetkovich has written, Leonard is an archivist of feeling. What might otherwise remain inchoate\u2014rage, mourning, loneliness, alienation\u2014coalesces in her photographs and in her installations of collected ephemera. Leonard\u2019s work is an invitation to interrogate how our depressions, despairs, and desires can be harnessed as political perspectives. Our emotional responses, according to Leonard, are a form of political positioning. The resulting pieces caress the eye and prod at the conscience. They are demanding, but also witty and companionable, and together they articulate how one might take action in a society that incentivizes passive complicity.<\/p>\n

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Zoe Leonard, Red Wall<\/em>, dye transfer print, 29 11\/16 in. \u00d7 20 7\/16 in., 2001\/2003. Collection of the artist; courtesy Galerie Gisela Capitain, Cologne, and Hauser & Wirth, New York.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n

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\u201cZoe Leonard: Survey<\/a>,\u201d the title of her current midcareer retrospective at the Whitney Museum of American Art, suggests the importance of looking from many angles. As the wall text at the exhibition\u2019s entrance has it, \u201cto survey<\/em>\u00a0is \u2026 to look out a place or site and gauge it from multiple viewpoints in an effort to understand and describe it.\u201d One of Leonard\u2019s newest sculptures, How to Take Good Pictures<\/em> (2018), comprises over a thousand copies of the eponymous Kodak manual, stacked in columns of varying heights. Evoking a cityscape or a bar graph, and set against the grand expanse of the Whitney\u2019s westward-facing floor-to-ceiling fifth-floor gallery windows\u2014all sea, sky, and skyscraper on a clear pre-spring day\u2014the work instructs us in the ways of image making. How to Take Good Pictures <\/em>is breathtaking and a little funny, but it\u2019s also mournful and elegiac. Outside the picture windows we can see large scale excavations, which will make the way, eventually, for new buildings. In her Analogue<\/em> series, a collection of pastel snapshots document the vanishing landscape of mom-and-pop shops and expand to reflect on the global rag trade. The results are a form of poetry, the sort of thing that cannot be summarized. They\u00a0are miniature vitrines, diamond sharp.<\/p>\n

Leonard\u2019s photographs include the telltale black lines of analogue photo development, which indicate the edge of the exposed film. These lines point to the camera as a framing device, acting upon its subject rather than passively capturing it. In a 1997 interview with Anna Blume, Leonard expressed surprise that people think a photograph captures a real moment: \u201cIt\u2019s not reality; it\u2019s a subjective view. It\u2019s a picture. I go out and I see things my way and take my photograph among all the millions of photographs that can be taken.\u201d Leaving \u201cthe mistakes\u201d\u2014the dust, the borders, the holes\u2014is a way of signaling to the viewer that the image is a product of labor, and that it was made by a person whose truth \u201cis no more true than anyone else\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Zoe Leonard, New York Harbor I<\/em>, two gelatin silver prints, 21 in. \u00d7 17 1\/8 in. each, 2016. Collection of the artist; courtesy Galerie Gisela Capitain, Cologne, and Hauser & Wirth, New York<\/p><\/div>\n

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Yet there is something special about Leonard\u2019s truth. In his catalog essay, Bennett Simpson, who is one of the curators of the show, describes Leonard\u2019s aesthetic as one of \u201csubjective authenticity, sentiment, and sincerity.\u201d Her sentiment without sentimentality spans her photography and her sculpture and ties her artistic practice to her work as an activist with ACT UP<\/small>. As Leonard recounts in a 2010 oral history of the organization, she participated in \u201cdie-ins\u201d and set up needle exchanges, which were illegal at the time. The needle-exchange initiative was two-part: ACT UP<\/small> enabled access to needles, and then, when activists were arrested and subsequently arraigned, they worked to set precedent for legalizing the exchanges. In the oral history, Leonard speaks of her mother, who had been involved in the anti-Nazi resistance in Poland, noting that \u201cit was translated to me really early that you stand up for what\u2019s right and do what you believe in at whatever the cost might be. That\u2019s just what you do.\u201d (\u201cSurvey\u201d includes several images, rephotographed in the artist\u2019s studio, of Leonard\u2019s mother and grandmother arriving in New York Harbor.)<\/p>\n

The AIDS<\/small> crisis inspired one of Leonard\u2019s most iconic works, Strange Fruit<\/em>. <\/em>The sculpture was made between 1992 and 1997, at the height of the crisis. It was inspired by the death of the artist David Wojnarowicz, a close friend of Leonard\u2019s and the person to whom Strange Fruit<\/em> is dedicated. Leonard attended her first ACT UP<\/small> meeting on the day she found out Wojnarowicz was diagnosed. An update of the vanitas<\/em> paintings of the old masters, Strange Fruit<\/em> is a floor display of emptied fruit peels\u2014orange, banana, grapefruit, lemon, and avocado\u2014held together with thread, buttons, and zippers. Decayed and dried, Strange Fruit <\/em>is part still life, part graveyard, part participatory artwork. It addresses the viewer as someone with a conscience, who can act against the tyrannies of silent, lethally complacent governments, but also as someone with a body that must eventually succumb to the realities of mortality.<\/p>\n

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Installation view of Zoe Leonard, Strange Fruit<\/em>, 1992\u201397. Orange, banana, grapefruit, lemon, and avocado peels with thread, zippers, buttons, sinew, needles, plastic, wire, stickers, fabric, and trim wax, dimensions variable. Collection of the Philadelphia Museum of Art; purchased with funds<\/p><\/div>\n

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In The Lonely City<\/em>, Olivia Laing writes that loss is a cousin of loneliness. Thinking of Strange Fruit<\/em>, Laing suggests that \u201cphsical existence is lonely by its nature, stuck in a body that\u2019s moving towards decay, shrinking, wastage and fracture.\u201d Strange Fruit<\/em>\u00b8<\/em>with its titular reference to queer sexuality, as well as its invocation of Billie Holiday\u2019s 1939 antiracist protest song by the same name, is a work of personal politics. One imagines Leonard painstakingly sewing a banana peel, but then one also pictures her attaching buttons: there is sadness here, to be sure\u2014the fruitless attempt to avoid decay\u2014but also something defiantly hopeful, a full-throated peal of laughter in the face of the plague. Strange Fruit<\/em> speaks to fragility, to impermanence, but also to agency, and to the refusal to do nothing even when it seems there is nothing to be done.<\/p>\n

My first significant encounter with Leonard\u2019s work was during the 2014 Whitney Biennial, the last to be held in the museum\u2019s former location on Seventy-Fifth Street.\u00a0For that show, Leonard transformed one of the fourth-floor windows into a projector, a form of camera obscura. Madison Avenue was projected topsy-turvy on the museum wall. It was immediately recognizable and completely strange, a world turned upside down but still alive.<\/p>\n

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Yevgeniya Traps lives in Brooklyn. She works at the Gallatin School of Individualized Study, NYU.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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