He suffered the strange fate of many artists who aim for the sublime, then find their work enlisted in other all-too-human narratives.
Lots of artists aim for something big.
Arists never have goals.
I think Dallas will never be the same again.
The bartender is performing a rock concert.
A man is doing push-ups.
Someone is on a plane in the air.
Those stones are the blue ones, right?
A girl frolics in the meadow.