David Hockney
The last of the fine arts
Hockney insisted on doing exactly as he pleased — and his cigarettes were as much a part of his artistic philosophy as his paintbrush.
David Hockney: An oyster without grit
An oyster without grit
Can public art ever be any good?
Nobody could accuse Hockney of over-exerting himself
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