<p><span style="font-size: medium;">What happens to critical and aesthetic discourse when a painter promises that </span><span style="font-size: medium;">he will not paint anymore? What goes on when a famous artist says that all the paintings are just junk or dust, and all the institutional sites of the art-world – actually, the </span><em><span style="font-size: medium;">White cube</span></em><span style="font-size: medium;"> of Clement Greemberg’s Modernism – are just wasted spaces? What’s the matter or the reason of the prestige of a similar no-working man, and what’s the perceptible quality of the value of a so-called art without any artefact at all? In the late</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> '</span><span style="font-size: med...