Art is often defined as the search for Truth and Beauty but I would define photography as the exposition of the fallacy we know as Truth and I might add that Beauty is measured in degrees of deceit, the greater the beauty the greater the deceit. Nonetheless, I am addicted to Beauty though unfortunately I am a habit that Beauty has managed to kick. It is discomforting to know that if only Beauty could be found then Beauty would cease to exist.
In the Britain of today most of what passes for Art is indeed no such thing. Rather it is a ruse invented by the talentless to avoid manual labour which is, of course, an art in itself. The talented seek a means of self-expression in some imaginative form whilst the talentless seek solace in the norm. In Britain an imaginative man is an outlaw.