There was a small sidewalk art show the other weekend in my hometown. I easily picked the winners of the show by simply locating the most vapid, ugly, intellectually vacant work there.
I was dead-bang-on, too.
Art has become a mockery of itself. And, artists have become the equivalent of a traveling carnival freak show. There’s nothing very intellectual or important about displaying conjoined twins to the masses. That’s just trying to make a buck off the unusual.
I once astounded my wife by picking a cigarette taped to a photograph of an ashtray to win a prize, and sure enough, it did. I used the same criteria that you did. It's become predictable and sad.