Normal household gubbins softens predictable white walls – it’s everywhere of course (cushions, trinkets, plants, t.v etc) but only distracts our eyes for a second. After we’ve soaked up Lucy, his home is as much on display as her art. We can nose about and delight in James’ nodding tortoise, though not as much as Lucy’s
Nearly Sex (2009). The gallery has finally progressed to modern thinking. It’s about bloody time.
The Tate and its comrades have their purpose – hosting mammoth, priceless canvases, keeping out beggars, installing billion dollar floor cracks and providing access to millions of visitors who wouldn’t all fit on a sofa. But between those giants, let our imaginations build art-castles of their own, explore space as much as art and ask ‘why’ the next time we’re standing in a white coffin uncomfortably sweating and squeaking and stifling yawns meant for hangovers.
(As for Lucy Barlow – we personally recommend her work. She has the potential to reach as far as Peter Doig and her brushstrokes deafen us with simplistic brilliance. Go and see her exhibition - It’s your life we’re talking about.) Lucy Barlow’s Delicate Boundaries runs from 23 April – 26 May 2009 under First Floor Projects, 5, Redcliff Gardens, London, SW10 9BG (Thursday – Saturday 12pm-6pm). Tel: 020 7351 5988
Words: Tiffany Tondut