What I'm asking of you is to be less cynical about what actual art and artists and be genuine in the search for meaning.
If you don't find it - no harm.
Also, the meaning in the author's own head is irrelevant. Death of the author. You can find your own. Maybe their guidance and perspective helps there, maybe not.
There's a typo here, and I honestly am not sure what you're trying to say. I will say this: I am not a modern art hater. Far from it, I love modern art, and I go well out of my way to enjoy it. My complaint is entirely with the ham handed descriptions of pieces that require no descriptions at all.
You're right, I definitely accidentally a word there, may be several.
Ironically, I DO hate most modern art, and the treatise I wrote out is a description of my own journey, and what I frequently have to consciously remind myself to allow myself to experience and feel things that I don't have an immediate connection to.