That ever nagging question returns... again.

"Does life imitate art... Or does art imitate life? And where do we find the balance to keep it all original and fresh?"

Maybe it's all been done... We're not making huge advances... We're just tweaking the past to try and make a future so that when the canvas dries in the present... It's worth looking at... But what if we fail to convey the vision we see in our minds? What if we fail to ever scratch the surface and shatter the walls of time? What if the world or the people we show for, aren't ready to see what we're creating?

just a random thought I had, sparked by an overactive mind