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                                                                7 Jackson Pollock       from St Katherine Dock to Stepney, now
                                                                Search for a Symbol 1943
                                                                Oil on canvas           showing at MARBLE HILL HOUSE, Twickenham.
                                                                43 x 67 in.             Here the famous rub shoulders with the
                                                                                        obscure, and the catalogue is a more reliable
                                                                8 John Hoyland          guide than the works, about which are which.
                                                                15.12.70
                                                                Acrylic on canvas          The real objection to the Bond Street
                                                                96 x 72 in.             Standard, that presses harder every year, is not
                                                                                        that this nebulous but fateful test is altogether
                                                                9 Peter Hide
                                                                Arch 1970               bogus—for it isn't—but rather that it is so
                                                                Mild steel and concrete   overpoweringly well-adapted to the elevation
                                                                                        and perpetuation of one kind of art. And I do
                                                                                        not mean simply the object, the marketable
                                                                                        investment commodity, although that is
                                                                                        certainly part of it. I mean an art that is formed
                                                                                        by the successful critical ideas and attitudes of a
                                                                                        receding historical era, and is thus a perpetually
                                                                                        conservative force that has nevertheless
                                                                                        somehow succeeded in masquerading as the
                                                                                        most authoritative assessor of the real worth of
                                                                                        new art. Perhaps once, in the Golden Age there
                                                                                        were avant-garde dealer-galleries, but the
                                                                                        distinction between philanthropy and business
                                                                                        has certainly sharpened.
                                                                                           So, reverting to my first theme of the
                                                                                        dominance of the formalist-phenomenalist-
                                                                                        presentationalist critical syndrome, it is natural
                                                                                        to find that Robyn Denny at the KASMIN
                                                                                        GALLERY (full of videotape cameras on viewing
                                                                                        day) is the typical—and admirable—well-
                                                                                        promoted artist, while nowhere within a
                                                                                        metaphorical square mile of him is there any
                                                                                        conspicuous effort to come to terms with an art
                                                                                        that is more than meets the eye, or impossible
                                                                                        to pack in a fair-sized crate.
                                                                                           This generates a sort of fretfulness, and
                                                                                        maybe a tendency to exaggerate the intrinsic
                                                                                        importance of works like David Shepherd's
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