No one so far has the slightest conception of what art, photography or fine art is all about, in terms of how it is evaluated for inclusion in higher end photo magazines or galleries.
'Art'
per se is about self-expression and interpretation. It is an idea, an emotion, a point of view. And the motivation behind it is important. Doing the thing for it's own sake or your own pleasure is all it takes. Art in the purest sense has no purpose and no real function.
It is this that differentiates 'art' from 'not-art'.
If something is created for a specific purpose then it disqualifies itself. This is why advertising, fashion and the rest of the 'commercial arts' cannot be considered as 'true' art. They produce products, not art.
These disciplines can take some of the surface values and masquerade as art - but that is all they can do.
And this is where a lot of people get confused. If something looks like art then they think it is art - because they do not bother to look deeper and see the truth.
As for what makes a work of 'art' worthy of inclusion in a gallery or magazine... that is an entirely different thing.
Here it is not about mood, expression, emotion or pleasure - it is simply about novelty... and bullsh*t.
Oh, and having the right contacts is a big help.
Produce something new and unusual, wrap it up with some glib spiel and galleries will love it.
I used to know an artist called Pete. He taught Art at a University, was a good musician and a pretty good painter.
He decided one day to try and sell his work so he took some pictures to the galleries in Bond Street (start at the top is always a good plan).
He visited them all and, whilst they liked his pictures and said he had some talent, they didn't want to sell them. His work wasn't in keeping with their image.
Pete had a few drinks and realised he was going about it all wrong. So he got an actor friend to put on a suit and represent him.
Pete dressed up in stripey trousers, spangled waiscoat, guitar, drum on his back and became Jack Flash The One Man Band.
Then they went back to the Bond Street galleries.
The actor told the tale of Jack, a poor artist who busked to keep himself in paint and struggled for his art. Pete would produce the odd twang or toot the kazoo.
The galleries loved it. They had a hook for the punters and three of them hung his work there and then.
His paintings started selling so well he had to get his students to ghost them for him

The moral to this is: if you want to sell your work as art it's not about being good, it's just about presentation.
But this whole thing can be blamed on Marcel Duchamp (though it isn't really his fault).
For a number of reasons he displayed a men's urinal at an art exhibition.
The organisers were outraged. They wanted art, dammit, not industrial sanitary ware.
Duchamp posed this question:
It's on display in an Art Gallery. It's signed by an artist. And you can't piss into it. So if it isn't art what is it?
People have been arguing about that ever since.
And men's urinals can now be seen in every Art Gallery
(PS I've had my work in arty photo mags and top end Art Galleries so I do know how it's done :mrgreen: )