Does art have the right path? And if it does, then will it remain an art if it strays to the side and goes to dodge along the gullies? Or is it a path, and wherever it turns, it overshadows everything and turns it into gold? And in general, what is art? Where is the line beyond which ordinary human creativity goes into the category of art? And who defines it? And what are the criteria? They say that time will determine everything, but how can it do so? You indeed will not find answers to all these questions in this film. Or maybe you will.