Is the museum the tomb of the art? or Simply the penultimate term of its deconstruction? After the historical vanguards, the inexorable process of deconstruction has been undressing the art of all the superfluous one: Merchant, noble patrons, motive, height, materials, direct responsibility, museum and, finally, the author (all we are artists). In the eternal cycle of the life nothing disappears, everything returns sooner or later. In the form of what?