"He was honored by fans with three Hugo awards and by colleagues with one Nebula award and was named the third Grand Master by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA) in 1977." (Wikipedia)
This story implies so much, something about faith and rationality, about the seeking of truth that can only be found through art. And yet, I failed to understand. What’s the purpose of the white paint and the final brushstroke that can’t happen. What have the creatures actually done? It’s there, but I can’t get to it.