I created my masterpiece two weeks ago. I drew two almost parallel lines which are getting closer and closer to each other but never meets.
One could deny it's art, saying that two lines can't be perceived as artistic expression. It could be said only by those whose mind is not open enough and their concept of art is traditional, not to say old fashioned. Those two lines symbolise a way to the edge of paper which in fact, is the end of the lines. Our way is to nowhere, we have not chances to get anywhere but to our destination which is obviously the end.
Looking around I could even risk calling myself a prophet.