When Warhol let the Art Establishment know that they would never again control the public's opinion on art because it belonged to their own minds and that they actually already purchased great art for their own homes, indeed,their kitchen cupboards were loaded with examples!, it opened the gates for so many brilliant creative painters who must have stood up and applauded, ditto Lichtenstein. The magnificent Peter Blake subsequently picked up the flag, for the third leg of that relay but of course with the smell of lucre the Art Nazis had slipped onto the track and were hyperventilating in anticipation and so, even though Blakes's admirable pursuit had managed to let everyone own a print of his greatest work, with a free pice of black vinyl, in collaboration with the most popular musical artists of the day, those slavering Art Facists, with hand open, had stolen the baton. Now finding themselves in control and with the world watching, they stumbled. Even with those tramlines they were unable to work out the clearly defined route to the finish line. Unfortunately, their potential demise was short-lived and they reverted to type. They jumped back to what they had always done, They told the public what art is. Pop Art, the art that says the elite don’t get a say. Pop Art, the art that belonged to the populus will now be defined by Jeff Koons and his balloon animals...... of course it will……and in doing so, they dismissed the very idea, the very root of that beautiful thing that set it free amongst us, they dismissed a whole creative generation of pop artists that were already working, producing beautiful covers for music albums and vinyl singles, exciting promotions for books and posters, for advertising boards, for films, for every part of popular culture, all washed away, redundant, of no interest, retired, extinct, gone. We got balloon animals. No longer do the people own Pop Art. Millions of houses that displayed and cherished their 'Sgt pepper' their ‘Dark Side’, their Velvet Underground, their Jamie Reid, no longer were they allowed to decide or own this genre because it had been stolen and repackaged. Neo-Pop they called it, those St Martins Shockists, those Chelsea Chumps, those Saatchi Spice Girls ……… So, here’s a bowman with his two fingers intact and Here is Pop Nouveau, not controlled by the establishment, not determined by money but retrieved from the gutter, saved from the incinerator, wrestled from the recycling bin and displayed and revered and enjoyed and used to inspire the very next generation of Pop Art, Its called POP NOUVEAU..and I invite you to see.