fine art?

my eyes pop open on a sunday morning at 6:56. the sun shines bright through my window burning my face. the only thing i can think of is a show. i want a show. I want a show like a fat kid wants cake. I want to see my photos big and glossy, high and mounted, haloed with that perfect gallery lighting for everyone to see. Or perhaps shadowed and mysterious, in the modern architectural type. Quiet and intriguing. Im googling MOPA. Perhaps I've stumbled upon the wrong gallery for showing, or my bigger fear, perhaps i don't know art? All these photographs, so old, and strange. they do nothing for me. Does that means i don't understand? Maybe that means my taste is not fit for the art world. Not refined enough? Unappreciative of the prestigiousness of it all. Its the legacy not the look. Does that apply to those hideous Louis Vuitton bags? and Ralph Lauren polos as well? that classic timeless piece that everyone has to have but doesn't even like.