The cave paintings at Lascaux weren't art galleries - they were desperate attempts to make sense of existence through creation. We're still doing the same thing today, just with different tools and darker corners to illuminate.

Those ancient pigments on limestone weren’t exhibitions; they were echoes of trembling hands trying to wrest meaning from chaos. Today, our canvases glow—pixels instead of paint—but the impulse is unchanged: to map the invisible, to shout into the void with color and form, hoping the echo returns with something like understanding.

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