The best thing about contemporary art is that it acts as a random noun generator. Perhaps you will recall Chris Ofili, creator of the Virgin Mary made of poo and pornography. Whatever an artist’s motives are, nothing else in the realm of reality would bring the nouns Virgin Mary, poo, and pornography together into the same sentence. (Well, not nothing, but do you really want to think about what might?)
Another artist you might want to consider when you need an example of a sentence that is syntactically correct but somehow doesn’t register in the brain is Paul McCarthy of Salt Lake City, Utah. His art is part performance, part…body fluid. One journal tries and fails to describe his actions in words:
In Class Fool, for example, McCarthy flung himself around a classroom at the University of California, San Diego. Slipping in ketchup, dazed and bleeding from falling and running into things, McCarthy vomited several times, after which he inserted a Barbie doll into his rectum. The performance ended when the audience, unable to stomach the performance any longer, left the room.