Last week a friend invited me to the final year art students’ show at the University of NSW. As I have recently begun buying art in a modest way I went along hoping perhaps to spot the next Wendy Sharpe, one of UNSW’s more successful alumni. From which you would be correct to infer that my collection owes more to representational than conceptual traditions; it is art which I could not have created myself, and the appreciation of which does not require me to do anything except look at it.