The Real Idealist 1, 2 and 3 ,2018
Acrylic painting on canvas
each work 60 x 80 cm
All work and photographs © Jie Fu
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About the work
'IT comforted me from above with a kind gesture.
I use all my life to find a reason to love the land under my feet.
The bustle IT laboured to shape became an illusion of the dark side.
I saw it but I can’t say.
I wasn't annihilated.
The poppies bloomed out of the darkness is so delicate and charming.
The poison of the good and hope are my struggle and stubbornness.
Do you know I’m looking at you?
I can’t forgive. Also I don’t need the world to forgive me.
Even if I was covered with bruises, I could grow wings in the wound.
I'm a real idealist.
The most important thing for me is not to be cured, but to live with pain.'
Text provided by the artist.