I know you're being deliberately hyperbolic for effect but even so the idea that white on white negates or supersedes the mystery and perfect calm of Piero della Frecesco, the fresh, spring light of Bottecelli, the multiple vantages and fractured space of Cezanne, Picasso, Braque, the interior silence and stopped time of Vermeer, the sensitivity and compassion of Rembrant, the electric atmospheres of Giorgione, the mocking symbolism of Poussin, the startling aliveness of Daumier, the gravitas and scope of Titian, the grace and ease of Degas is absolutely fucking mental mate!