It could be said that seeking external inspiration suggests there's not much inside oneself to do the job.

I'm coming to think the only real art comes from the 6 year olds in my class with crayons and colour pencils who produce works they can explain to me in minute detail, and something that's intimately and significantly meaningful in their lives. I'd like to see some try to explain the meaningless shite they put in the galleries they call art, and others give them 50 favourites for. Only adults need external inspiration (the ideas of others) , and that's a sad state of affairs.