Art. Does reaching artistic peaks necessarily imply a huge amount of sacrifice? Does art, at some point, become more important to the artist, than the artist himself? Does conventional madness sometimes dance with great artistic achievement?
Is highly appraised art inextricably linked to the emulation of artist and art? And, does the artist lose a bit of himself in every masterpiece? Furthermore, does losing bits of yourself allow you to reach perfection? Then, are we "too complex" to reach perfection?
Finally, does perfection imply a simplicity that we are not able to understand without sacrifice?
If you like, you may find bits of answers to all the above, or even more questions, in Darren Aronofsky's 2010 film, Black Swan: