Art, liquid?

As Zygmunt Bauman has been pointing out, ours is an era of acceleration of experience, of "empire of the ephemeral", of "rise of insignificance". But what about art? What can ser its function when everything flows? Should he make himself liquid? Should it ser reflection of its time? or Should it give fixity and pause, trace traditions, plant milestones, charge the senses and continue to search for the lasting?