What I First Saw When I Saw Zoe’s Paintings

When Ellery told me about the work of Zoë Mozert, my engagement with the images, was less of a sense of: why would a woman become engaged with making images that feature herself in scantily clad ways, because this is something I have done. Rather, I’ve been fascinated by the showwomanship and publicity myth-making of … Continue reading What I First Saw When I Saw Zoe’s Paintings →

The picture that started it all…

I first learned about Zoë Mozert by mistake. Her works came to my attention through the random vicissitudes of a keyword search—not in a scholarly database, but rather through eBay of all places. My research on bodybuilder Eugen Sandow had taught me that the online retailer could be an excellent place for finding ephemera and … Continue reading The picture that started it all… →