The slurbs, urban sprawl, and the infinite number, of housing developments of the postwar boom have contributed to the architecture of entropy.
Artists are expected to fit into fraudulent categories.
An emotion is suggested and demolished in one glance by certain words.
Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.
As long as cameras are around no artist will be free of bewilderment.
Painting, sculpture and architecture are finished, but the art habit continues.