I liked how the TS Eliot one which the author calls "sublime" was actually impressively sophomoric. It really was like a painting an able, shallow person would come up with to reflect their idea of TS Eliot's poetry.
I went and stared at the pictures for a bit after reading this.
Not much experience of art really, but I think you're probably right. They're all interesting pictures - but "let's assemble some related elements in a new combination".
I did really like “a face like an M.C. Escher drawing” though.
Maybe this is the final form of postmodernism? "There's no meaning here, but will you ever figure that out?"
That in a sense is uncanny and notable.