In loving memory of the artist who made us see and experience art differently
Was so sad to hear this news today. Thank you for this lovely tribute. Really enjoyed your podcast with her. Phyllida left a beautiful path of her life. 💖
What lovely work! Bold and gentle at the same time
Thank you so much for this. 👁️
Garbage masquerading as art
Thank you for sharing the creative work and thoughts of this amazing woman artist Phyllida Barlow! Her work will continue to breathe and inspire :)
“But maybe not all art is about that long look, maybe there is art that's like being on a train journey, where you see things and they absolutely capture you. But you've only had a split second to absorb it – that becomes equally as intense...” I love that! I'll be chewing on that over the weekend.
Sigh. I’ve been a professional, and successful artist for over 4 decades. This work is just…crap.
I appreciate your tender elegy to someone you obviously liked very much, but frankly, the emperor has no clothes, despite all the sighing and oooing and aaahing.
I don’t say this often. As someone who trained under the masters of the Washington Color school, I definitely have an open mind and a deep appreciation for those that push the boundaries, but this isn’t it. The ONLY thing I can respect, is that she was clever enough to know that if she made work “museum sized” that it would get the attention of…. Museums. And automatically without any judgement of worth or quality be officially approved. But it’s still deliberately artless, laughable crap.
Sorry. I did like your essay though. Good writer.
Did this whatever you call it “art” come from a mental institution?
I loved this on a soul-level🤍
Thanks for this, I have been thinking a lot about the life of Barlow – an artist I wasn’t completely aware of before the many sound bites of her thinking have been posted since her passing.
Her life was worth doing a deep dive into which I did and then wrote about in a blog post on my website. Her story revealed an exceptional later-in-life emergence onto the world stage – the time in a woman’s life when art institutions don’t often pay attention to an “emerging artist“ as that designation is too readily associated with the heady potential energy of an artist in their 20s or 30s.
She balanced her practice with teaching and the work of family, simultaneously building solid foundations in her practice so that when her kids were fully cooked, and she felt that her time teaching was finished, her full emergence was readily noted by the art world.
A life well played.
While the writing is exceptional, the artist not so much. We need to recognize that this woman while talented in an obscure sort of way was undeniably an aristocrat given opportunities no one, definitely an artist far more talented, would ever receive. Doors open because of who you know in the art world no different than any other profession. I will be an artist woman in a world that may never ever recognize talent or genius based on merit but merely who their family linage might be.
Dear Dr. Heintz,
From Agnes Martin:
“ The great and fatal pitfall in the art field and in life is dependence on the intellect rather than inspiration.
Dependence on intellect means a consideration of observed facts and deductions from observation as a guide in life.
Dependence on inspiration means dependence on consciousness, a growing consciousness that develops from awareness of beauty and happiness.
To live and work by inspiration you have to stop thinking.
You have to hold your mind still in order to hear inspiration clearly.”
Loved this article. Thank you for sharing.