Reminds me of a story about Jackson Pollock, don’t know if it really happened though or is just a joke.

At a Jackson Pollock exhibition, there was a group of art connoisseurs discussing one of his paintings where it was all black and gray except for one little streak of red. They were going back and forth saying what they all thought he meant by it. Was it the futility of man staring into the void, was it that even in darkness there is always hope, etcetera.

But then Jackson Pollock showed up and some one asked him and he told them, “Oh that? That happened when I was painting that one over there”