Rauschenberg (July)

Robert Rauschenberg’s big enough to admit when he has been out-Rauschenberged. Big enough to admire overnight work of the Westgarth School’s railway murals. He speaks privately of his amazement at the audacity of the Thomastown School, who systematically transform concrete slab industrial parks into post-modern Vaticans; astonishment at their indifference to work then being ‘bombed’ by latter-day stencillers and ten-foot signatories of the naïve Jacana School. Where do we draw the line? asks Bob, gazing at badge infernos behind Flinders Lane. Where does art turn to mess? When’s the time for the wrecking ball? Get back to me next July!