That was an interesting piece, although before watching it I was assuming it would go in a different direction.
It also seems like some type of game amongst artists to see how much BS they can get away with. You know there are some "jock sniffers", for lack of a better term, who would go to an art exhibit and ooh and ahh over a urinal, messy bed, or can of shit. They'll pontificate on how deep the meaning of the work is, how profound. All the while there must be at least a few artists laughing that they got the stupid sheep to actually accept this garbage as art.
The placement of an idea suprlanting the art itself was quite interesting. I'd probably need more time to mull that over, but that does tie in literature quite strongly into the arts since writing is nothing but placing ideas. Is a description of a beautiful scene then equivalent to a painting of one?