I have a small story to share.
A few weeks ago I visited Switzerland, including the city of Lucerne. There it started raining at some point so I went to the nearby art museum. They currently have a modern art exhibition, which is an attempted replication of an exhibition from 1935. The title of that past/current exhibition was/is "These, Antithese, Synthese", I think you can figure out the English name. The "art" there did nothing to me, and I could see why the nazis called it degenerate. Some of it was arguably well made in terms of craftsmanship (most not, on purpose), but spiritually it was dead. To me, paintings are a form of communication between the artist and the viewer, just like music, speech, literature, or any other form of art. Art doesn't have to be complex to be good, the measure is (to my mind) how well it can convey its message. Modern art is like listening to an emotional speech in which someone just says "blablabla", it either doesn't have a message, or it is too pretentious to be deciphered.
So, anyway, at the end of the exhibition there was actual art. In the small room with it you could hear people gasp, or at least be surprised, by the level of craftsmanship of the few paintings exhibited there. They evoked actual emotion without some critic telling the people it's art. Modern art is pure trash in comparison.
I attached a picture of the painting that struck me most (sorry it doesn't have the full file name, I'm on my phone). Photos of it cannot do it justice, it was huge and much more detailed than the picture.
The painting is "Buchenwald" by Robert Zünd, from 1886/1887.
At the exit of the exhibition I overheard a Dutch boomer say "Hegelian Dialectics" to his family (not making this up), and it made me smile.