Matthew Krishanu ‘Arrow and Pulpit’ 6 November – 17 December 2021 Kurfürstenstraße 24/25, Berlin
A picture stuck in the mirror
Henry Art Gallery, University of Washington, Seattle
16 October 2021 – 6 March 2022
Moravian Gallery, Brno
Teatro San Martín, Buenos Aires
University of Kentucky Art Museum, Lexington, Kentucky
10 August – 11 December 2021
Garage Exchange: Aleksandra Domanović and Jen Liu
The MAK Center: Mackey Garage Top Gallery, Los Angeles
21 October 2021 – 9 January 2022
Yesterday we said tomorrow
Prospect 5 Triennial, New Orleans
23 October 2021 – 23 January 2022
Pictured as a Poem
KAI10 Arthena Foundation, Düsseldorf
17 October 2021 – 23 January 2022
One Escape at a Time
11th Seoul Mediacity Biennale, Seoul
8 September – 21 November 2021
Appui, tendu, renversé
CRAC Occitanie in Sète, France
9 October 2021 – 6 February 2022
John Smith, solo exhibition
Kunstmuseum Kloster Unser Lieben Frauen, Magdeburg, Germany
A Manual for Retaining Light in Dark Ages
Museum Abteiberg, Mönchengladbach
20 March – 25 September 2022
Tanya Leighton, 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.
Director: Vanessa Boni
Associate Director: Simon Gowing
Gallery Manager: Melanie Isabel García
Registrar: Henry Babbage
Finance Manager: Stefan Schuster
Gallery Assistant: Roberta Cotterli
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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.