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ting better and better. Such possibilities: imagine a skyscraper with

hectically coloured neon strips shooting around all over it—abstractly, doing

weird and wonderful things. . . .' Well, Hayter's work isn't everyone's taste and some of you

k may run for your lives at the thought of this ' night-apparition of a building. But Hayter could

probably make a' superb job of it, so why not try it out? He still hasn't had the chance and probably never will. Matthew Smith always wanted a mural to paint. And I still don't see any sign of that 200-foot-long Bridget Riley wall curving around and along the Embankment, or Hockney's outrageous and very beautiful murals in that new hotel lobby in Knightsbridge, or that twenty-foot-high Caro sculpture in the main hall of the new bank in the Strand . . . and so on, endlessly.