Art can’t save the world on its own, no.
Neither can soup kitchens. You don’t just need volunteers, you need food. You don’t just need food, you need donations. You don’t just need donations, you need a steady stream of donations. What about places without accesses to these? What if we run out of food? Now who is pretentious?

But if it’s related to the Dublin Contemporary, the goal would line up:

Taken from William Butler Yeats’ famous poem “Easter, 1916”, the exhibition’s title borrows from the Irish writer’s seminal response to turn-of-the-century political events to site art’s underused potential for commenting symbolically on the world’s societal, cultural and economic triumphs and ills.

However, if meant as Contemptorary…

contempt:
1. the feeling with which a person regards anything considered mean, vile, or worthless; disdain; scorn.
2. the state of being despised; dishonor; disgrace.
3. Law
        a. willful disobedience to or open disrespect for the rules or orders of a court or legislative body.
        b. an act showing such disrespect.

(Source: oh-my-hell, via alltime-lord)