Bank

First I went to see an exhibition of work by twenty very different artists all of whom have day jobs producing the work of Mr Damien Hirst. Their work does not resemble his in the slightest and I wonder what it must be like to make someone else's art all day long. I was told it is much the same as any commission, but my gut feeling tells me otherwise.

Later I found this. It used to be my bank. I'm not quite sure what it is now.
A collision between art and the first day of the new financial year perhaps?