Most of modern "ART" is cheap and it is that sell them, like made in China stuff. Most people buying it do not care what is on it but care just about the size which have to cover the ruined wall, and such "Art" is less expensive than to re-paint the wall.
WHO IS STILL USING OIL PAINTS AND CANVAS?
Who the stuff wants to look at "paintings" not done with paint? The internet if full of art no one cares about. You just can't compare them like film of vinyl. The most highest flow of money within the art world is still modern art...
Selling real paintings never been easy due to cost of such things, and today is added a kind of made in china culture too. But there are still people buying Art, just internet and massive information makes such small number of people, as always was, as neglected.
When my brother was in grade school thru highschool, he was a very talented artist. He was good enuf that even I thought he was good. Eventually, he ended up going to college to study art, and even more eventually, he became quite haughty in his ‘tude towards mere mortals of lesser talent. It was while he was attending Cleveland Art Institute that he invited me to come visit.
While I was visiting, he was won’t to attend a student, or faculty, art show on campus. The walls were covered with, IMHO, some very horribly and uninteresting examples of absolutely formless blobs of paint, each of which was enclosed with rather common forms of frames, wood and, probably plastic meant to look like wood.
As brother and friends observed each “painting”, the expressions of admiration amounted to such exclmations as: “Wow!” or “That is magnificent” and so on and on. I could not stand it so I walked on ahead in hopes there might be a table just around the next corner where it might be possible for one (specifically “I”) might find a cup of Java or even better, a cold bucket o’suds. As I stumbled along, I suddenly came upon the only art of any value in the whole darned exhibit. I stopped to look at the small girl sitting on a stonewall and holding a flower and looking off into space with the most dreamy and beautiful expression in her eyes. I just had to admire what I felt to be the only work of art in the whole darned building. That was way back around 1956 or ’57 and I can still see that painting.
As Brother and friends neared the object of my admiration, I decided I should move on, but stayed close enough I could listen to the "ooohs!" and "ahs” as they came upon a real work of art. Actually, I was not really surprised as I heard my brother comment, “Ugh! Why in (censored) did they ever let that thing in here?” His friends joined in with several of their own observations based on about the same level of admiration.
So much for my expertise as an art critic.