'Where's the fucking stipend?' read the postcard delivered to the artists Edward and Fanny Wadsworth.1 They had been supporting Wyndham Lewis with a monthly allowance throughout 1924, and the money had not turned up. Spiteful gestures were the quarrelsome Vorticist's stock-in-trade: he was ungrateful, uncouth -- jump ahead four decades and you might even say 'unprofessional'. According to the rubric laid down in 1969 by Gilbert and George in 'The Laws of the Sculptors', artists should 'always be smartly dressed, well-groomed, relaxed, friendly, polite and in complete control'.
A Serious Business