DOM LEGUAY
Location:
Paris, France
ARTIST BIO
Visual artist and writer Dom Leguay works in multiple media, including photography, installation and publishing. At the age of 17, she won the Prix de Strasbourg for an essay on loneliness in Kafka. She holds a degree in literature and a PhD in semiotics, and her thesis was on Monique Wittig and the question of the ‘I’, under the supervision of psychoanalyst Serge Leclaire. This training feeds into an artistic approach where language, body and identity intersect.
Her work has been recognised with the certificate of artistic merit from the Luxembourg Art Prize (2019, 2023, 2024) and presented at the Galerie Joseph in Paris in 2019. Her next exhibition will be held from 27 March to 11 April 2026 at La Mercerie in Arles, France.
A collector of art and design, she collaborates with artists from around the world. In 2008, she created Ozz Gallery, an innovative, sustainable street furniture brand with a positive impact, created with designer Frédéric Ruyant. Alongside her artistic practice, Dom Leguay founded Alchimie Paris, a factory of ideas and creation, and in 2024 launched RESONANT, a magazine-platform dedicated to aesthetic and conceptual divergences.
ARTIST STATEMENT
It is Mr Wittig's J/E (I) that I reveal, that of feminism that is split.
Is it feminist to paint? To create? Is it political? Is it committed?
Fragments of writing, diagrams, graphic signs, field notes, letters, and remnants of manuscripts function as clues. Writings, dances, cut-outs, tape in a trance, plaster and layers upon layers, like the inside of bodies.
I try to make the canvas a force field so that you don't get bored. (Stendhal wrote to prevent the marquises from sleeping). For me, it's so I don't sleep, because my dreams dictate waking landscapes that are so cryptic that I could lie in them.
To invite those who are on their way or watching to inhabit this temporal in-between: where the traces of slightly defeated guardian worlds meet the shards of a world to come.
We are passengers in our own micro-history.
And yes, I believe in the saving passage,
Crossing with the heart in hand and the pen between the cheeks of sex.
And no, nothing is sacred. So, dare!
