I don’t know about you, but I am tired of conceptual art.

Actually I never got into it in the first place. Conceptual art has always come across to me as a bunch of Late 20th century scammers pulling the wool over investor’s eyes, just as the banks did – Art for its time.

Conceptual art is the fast food of art and, like fast food, it leaves you feeling bloated and ultimately unsatisfied.

When conceptual art has reached the point that the artist doesn’t even make the work anymore, but relies of the skill, training and ideas of others, then art has finally eaten itself.

Or rather Art, with a capital A has eaten itself, for capital exactly what Conceptual Art has become – Capital – an investment – possession for merchant bankers who don’t know what to do with their money. It doesn’t matter what the Art is – as long as the market agrees it’s arbitrary value, that the provenance is correct and the signature is in the right place.

And so, now we are in the 21st Century, many investors are going to lose a lot of money as the joke wears thin and they realise that they are holding onto worthless assets.

Drawing is where it is at. Drawing is the basic, fundamental, primitive urge. Making marks is what mankind does. Making marks is how we translate the stuff in our heads so others can understand what makes us human, individual – unique and universal at the same time.

Drawing is where it’s at!