In 1884, George Seurat painted a masterpiece by holding fast to his personal vision and disregarding everything (and everybody) else. Celebrated as a genius today, he died alone, without having ever sold a single canvas. A century later, another artist named George is adrift, despite great success. Accomplished and desired, he's lost touch with his inspiration--why, he wonders, does he make art at all? In today's culture of success and celebrity, Sondheim and Lapine's landmark musical poses a fundamental question about the "art of making art": how can an artist both stay true to himself and share his vision with the world?