True artists will always be free in their submission only to one cause - not fame or celebrity, not a career, not pieces of paper from universities, but to that of whether that colour can possibly be right, whether in saturation it is discordant with the image intended, whether a composite form is distractingly discordant to the whole, (as well exemplified in the Angel of the North), not the political agenda of
Liberalism in all things - to do as one likes privately or publicly so call it art «because I say it is», or to be «relevant» to a «handout dogma» by revered establishment figures of any description: nothing, as Sickert put it, that follows a «finicky programme of
social pieties», and again as he says, quite rightly,
defining art as «what I do» - in essence a rigid and confining agenda of a politicised mind.