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Even though someone paid 10 thousand dollars for one of his paintings, it is a fact that his painting leaves us with many questions in mind ...
Are Pollock, Dalí, Picasso, Warhol or Kandinski really worth it? Beyond the weight that has been conferred on their names and their undeniably innovative work, it is necessary that we stop to think about all the times we have praised them or lined up to see reproductions of their paintings. Seeing so many people trained outside a museum - which in itself is already a strange phenomenon - makes us wonder if we really understand them or simply attend those exhibitions to assume the insufferable "museum position": crossed arms, fixed gaze and an innocent but lapidary hand that touches the chin as if announcing that it has finally understood the piece.
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The truth is that beyond its author, technique or concept, determining whether a job is worth or not is very far from being our responsibility. At the time the criticism was cruel to some of them; It was only time who could claim their names and position them as the great artistic landmarks that we know today. Because we accept it, far from understanding -completely or half-all that his work represents, the only thing we want from them is a photograph of his paintings or the simple luxury of being able to say that we were there together with a well-chosen selection of his best works .
Indeed, art in our days has fallen into an unfortunate quality of status indicator, and is that we probably never tire of remembering the exhibitions of Yayoi Kusama both in Mexico and around the world. From the crowds that gathered outside the Museo Tamayo in 2014, to the gourd destroyed at the Hirshborn Museum in the United States, it was all a matter of selfie; that digital image that, in symbolic terms, is at the same level as being able to pay 10 thousand dollars for a painting made by, Britney Spears?
On October 13, Britney shared on Instagram a video of her painting some flowers under the motto "Sometimes you just have to play," she decided to donate her complex (?) Picture to an auction held to raise funds to help families of the victims in the Oct. 1 shooting in Las Vegas, where around 500 people were injured and 58 others lost their lives. In the end, it was the writer and reporter Robin Leach who decided to pay to take home the painting that Britney made in her garden while listening to Mozart's "Sonata para piano no.11".
But the question that remains in the air is whether it was really worth buying this picture. It would probably have a lot of validity stuck with a magnet in your mother's refrigerator, if it had been painted by your little brother; this if we are guided by the technique used by the singer. However, the importance of the picture is not in the image per se, but in the name that appears in the certificate of authenticity that endorses this work of an afternoon. The simple fact of having the name Britney Jean Spears is what makes every penny that Leach paid for the painting.
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While it is true that critics have endorsed and applauded urinals, an OXXO and empty shoe boxes, it is also a fact that today they are pulling their hair and lashing out against anyone who has had anything to do with the auction. However, if some mercy remains in their hearts full of snobbery speeches, they will know how to give those deformed flowers a chance that, although the only art they have is to make someone pay $ 10,000 for them, some important meaning may have passed. some years.
