an opinion as a preface to Hoskins' collage work: It is a kind of evocative, objective realism, actually:  it eschews aesthetic romanticist pretensions in favor of a perverse and yet clear-eyed, unsentimental existentialism.  

It offers itself as a species of abstract verisimilitude, shorn of “cultural pretense.”  It avoids the usual cloying surrealist psychologizing in favor of a “curb your enthusiasm” type of pragmatism. It is organic without all the phreux-phreux posturing of “Neo Romanticism.”  

I can almost smell the rancid grease, printing ink, naphtha and leaking industrial waste that stains the image and gives it its life-blood. It has all the banality and bluntness of a baseball bat. - Harold Graves