British artist Felida Barlow has passed away, commemorate it. I first saw her work at the Venice Biennale in 2017, and I was impressed by her work on display throughout the British Pavilion. She is the type of artist I like: sincere, not pretentious, not hypocritical, not blindly following, not following trends, maverick, not changing like a chameleon in pursuit of commercial success. In this short film, there is a photo of her when she was young, her eyes are raised, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and there is a slight rebellion in the youthful rambling. Her work is really energetic and explosive. The materials of the works are ordinary things in everyday life, and some of them are discarded construction waste. Her work is very plain, a bit like bourgeois, and the bourgeoisie's work shows more women's strength, sensitivity and vulnerability. Barlow's work was too large to preserve after the exhibition (too expensive), so she dismantled it and reused it, and many of the works did not remain, and she didn't care much. This is also the reason why I like her, compared to today's popular artists in the world, the cost of works is millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, competing with each other, as if the cost of works is too low to get their hands on. From Damien Hirst to Jeff Koons, from Anish Kapoor to Takashi Murakami, from Cattelan to Yayoi Kusama, I don't like any of them, to borrow the words of Mr. Lu Xun: None of them forgive. Apart from commercial value, they did not contribute anything to the times. They are too smart, too business-savvy, too good at showing, too good at acting, too good at attracting attention and capital, one by one, they are proud of their net worth of hundreds of millions, and they are insatiable.
Barlow is still not a pioneering artist, please forgive my harshness, I can only be so ruthless to art, compared with the artists Fontana and Klein who just ended World War II, Barlow's work can see their influence, her own revolutionary enough. This is the reason of the times, the era of "great reflection" after World War II has passed, Barlow has his own stubbornness and stubbornness, but still lacks a little courage and ideological energy. The courage of the artist does not mean hysteria and a cold eyebrow, but a revolution to himself. Soon after World War II, the West entered a normal state of slow and steady development, which was not very good for artists, which led to a lack of energy and sensitivity from society.
Barlow is a very good, persistent, life-intense, and non-blind artist.
