`I refer, of course, to recently deceased architect Zaha Hadid. The Serpentine Gallery offers an exhibition of her early paintings, and Oliver Wainwright wonders if Zaha’s work will endure. His Guardian article starts off this way
For a brief period at London’s Architectural Association in the 1980s, sparkling Perrier water was in vogue. Not for drinking, but for mixing acrylic paints. Students had watched in mystified awe as a steady supply of the bulbous green bottles were shuttled upstairs to the cramped third-floor studio, where recent graduate Zaha Hadid was busy conjuring a painting for an exhibition, a world of skewed perspectives and jagged forms making a bid for freedom. If they used the same fizzy water, her acolytes hoped, it might give their work the same magic Zaha lustre. But the bottles, Hadid later admitted, merely contained tap water: they were just a means of her assistants transporting it from the bar downstairs.
She did not think of her paintings as art, just ways of exploring architecture. So she could create stuff like this