In a landscape dominated by "concepts," and the idea that
femininity is reduced to an object when depicted iconically,
Iannone's work has for decades been either censored or ignored.
Perhaps at last we can overcome these limitations, and revel in the
glory that (still) is Dorothy.
Iannone was always a little too silly to be contemporary and too sybaritic to be feminist, yet her gaze stays proudly female, secure enough to be benevolent, even godlike.
You Who Read Me With Passion Now Must Forever Be My Friends is a unique, exhilarating work of nonfiction told through bold art and raw language. The eroticism in Iannone’s work is expressed not just in her daring and beautiful sexual images, but also in the risks she takes. Iannone reveals herself entirely, allowing the reader to see the artist exposed. This creates a thrilling and intimate relationship: her narrative is told in a voice so rare in its honesty, it's tantric. Indulging in You Who Read Me... is to be immersed fully in Iannone’s story. It’s an extremely active mode of reading, wherein the reader is so highly involved—sometimes scouring for words within images—that the story becomes the reader’s own. In this way, Iannone’s bravery is contagious: the reader takes a solo journey and finds unity with and peace from a narrative full of heart and color.
"Grande dame," "sex," "Dieter Roth," "femininity," "proximity," "censored," "folkloric": these are but a handful of platitudinous words that often describe American Dorothy Isnnone's decade-long practice.
For Iannone, it is precisely the subjective, biographical and narrative approach to her practice that continues to be so revelational.