Cools love art. If you see somebody in an art gallery, they are probably cool. Wankers do not go to art galleries, and it is a fact of life that if you want to spend a day wank free, then go to a good ol' fashioned art gallery. Art Galleries are free, and free things are cool. Avoid Private Views, though. Wankers do infiltrate, and can be heard braying about some piece of total crap and looking around to see who else is there.
I went to Art College. That is sort of cool, because so did Bryan Ferry, and Bryan Ferry is virtually Sub-Zero Cool. Ferry does not travel like most people. He sort of floats. That is, unless he is going to Zanzibar when a maniac tries to take over the controls of the plane, but even then, while women are screaming and relieving themselves involuntarily, and men are puking and telling their wives and sweethearts they love them, Bryan is sitting reading Narziss and Goldmund and making annotations in the margin.
But I digress. Art is cool. Don't get me wrong, stuff that masquerades as art, such as anything by Damien Hirst or Tracy Emin, is not cool, or art. It is just crap; toss from the Deutsche Bank of Grossespunk und Tosserwanken.
There are a lot of cool British artists. Edward Burra (see left) - very underrated but collected by those who know, such as George Melly. Stanley Spencer - again underrated but so natural and so sincere. Anthony Gormley is cool. His work is far more than the sum total of its parts. Grayson Perry is cool.
Art is all around. You can create it by arranging fruit in a bowl or with a slice of lemon in a Gin and Tonic.