There are the few that are Great, and there are the many that are Little.
The Great are classics, or well on their way. Everyone knows them. They have a following. They have names. They get stolen.
The Little are sparks. Bright, in a tiny way. A glowing grain of sand.
The Great grow from thumbnails. The Little are a thumbnail.
A frame is the fortress of The Great, and the gallery it’s royal domain. The legs of The Little are trapped by the frame, and die in captivity.
To be printed, purchased and analyzed, is the way of The Great. To be seen and not deleted, is the apex of The Little.