found this deceptively titled article at the guardian called death of the gallery. the piece really has little to do with the mutation of gallery space, and more to do with fine art’s frenetic attempts to distance itself from the “low” culture of “dirty commerce” it increasingly draws from, mainly through irony which is too thin and paragraphs of explanation which are too thick. i found it a gratifying read if for nothing else than the last lines, which sum up nicely one of my own pet peeves. “perhaps the growing reliance on curatorial exposition serves as a safety rail of sorts, there to stop us falling into the hole where the art should be, but isn’t.” bravo.