Art is lined-up against the walls in museums
A beauty contest or a police identity parade
Wardens stand guard at the swing-doors
Curators armed with binoculars in lookout miradors
Taste is served in huge plates ad nauseam and we relish
But the artist who poured his damned soul as a last varnish
Did he imagine the money craze that his art would unleash
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Vision Aberrations Gallery