 whatever flickerings of potential this young tyro possesses <,> they cannot cover up the fact that he is a painter with the imagination of a retarded adolescent <;> no technical <mastery;> no intuitive feeling for pictorial space <;> no sensitivity <towards,> or grasp <of, tradition;> and a colour sense rather less than that of congo <,> the chimpanzee who was <taught (> among other <things)> a crude responsiveness to colour harmonies by desmond morris in the late <1950s. however,> potentially educable as a painter schnabel may or may not <be,> his work is just not worthy of serious attention by anyone with a developed taste in this particular art form <.> readers need also to be wary of the existence of special markets <.> the explosive prices for teddy bears in the last few years indicate how a market can be created <,> in this case by a mix of merit and nostalgia <.> what is clearly a <dealers'> market is often signalled by the invention of a brand name to group together a variety of material <,> perhaps rather <disparate. pop <head>art</head>> is an <example.> 
 special provisions will also ensure that those on modest incomes most of which comes from investments <,> such as people who have been made redundant <,> do not pay this <9%> on their <savings.> widening horizons <:> investing in the arts the arts benefit society in two <ways. first,> access to the arts is intrinsic to a high quality of life <. second,> the cultural sector the <arts, crafts, design,> and audiovisual industries makes as great a net contribution to the economy as does the oil <industry.> we will <:> create a new ministry of arts and communications headed by a minister in the <cabinet.> liberal democrats will raise investment in the arts to the ec average over five <years.> reform and <decentralise <head>arts</head>> funding and <organisation .> 
 it is fair to say that nothing frank has achieved as a filmmaker approaches the heights he scaled with the <americans.> the 50minute film he made for arena suggests <why:> last supper frank on frank looks like a parody of the excesses of sixties avantgarde filmmaking <.> on an empty lot between two harlem streets <,> a group of people arrive for an outdoor party to celebrate the new publication of an unnamed author <.> initially they make respectful smalltalk about <him,> but their comments grow increasingly resentful as it becomes apparent he will not show <up.> some events in last supper appear roughly improvised <.> yet hefty chunks of dialogue are obviously and rather archly <staged.> people say things like <:> you ever notice how <all <head>art</head>> focuses on people in <trouble?> 
