Only art lives off the grid.

The picture was caption to story, things are different now. The words are secondary to the picture, often, only restating, naming the things within the frame.

“Fuck! It was dull, it was dead. . .No resistance
or difficulty or spring, no surprises, nothing
rich or strange. No hum, no torque. Instead
everything I saw and heard was lined up like
beans in a row. . .Buried deep in the concept
was a flaw, and even that word sounded too
good for what I was trying to name. It simply
wasn’t interesting.” ……
Ian McEwan