Wouldn’t it be great to make a film detailing every slow colour of the spectrum in objects? To devise a play that heals the wound? To construct symphonies using 100 iphones as instruments? To invent new artforms that only work using solar? To blow glass flowers of all Australian species? To draw such drawings as would distract people, permanently, from their pompous inclination to destroy? To sing a song so amazing everyone forgets to applaud, the silence at the end is so big? To tie together the garden with Sze wool? To complete the universally agreed definitive text on January?