At least Arp was neat. You could eat off the floor in his studio.
Most artists aren't like that. We're a landlord's worst nightmare.
I don't know why but a lot of us just can't think unless we're surrounded by clutter.
If you're a landlord and this puts you off, then you'd better not talk to your artist friends about it. We're a volatile bunch, easily offended.
Maybe that's because we're full of anxiety. We're required to comment on hard to pin down things like what's "in the air."
Critics expect us to be the early warning radar of what's coming next.
Yikes! I don't know what's in the air. I have enough trouble finding my car keys. That's a big responsibility they're laying on us.
Oh, well...we'll do our best.
So what's in the air? My best guess is sentimental dog paintings. Dog slippers, dog pens, dog Kleenex...anything dog. There. You can bank (bark) on it.
[BTW., none of the art portrayed here is mine.]