A lot of literary critics/historians would aver that this is the theme of Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott." She sits in a tower, separated from the rest of humanity, weaving images she can only view through a mirror. The beauty of her art derives from her existence and observations from her unique perspective outside (and above) the society and world she is representing in her art. That is her curse.
When she defies the curse and tries to come down from the tower to join society, she dies and her art goes away.
And don’t forget her troubled mind: “I’m half sick of shadows.”
“When she defies the curse and tries to come down from the tower to join society, she dies and her art goes away.”
That line makes me think the “super creative” develop a personal life that has created life images of themselves - as if the creative element loses the recognition of what to create and has put the creative element into a manufactured image of their own life. As we have seen with many such artists the life they create is unrealistic, or twisted, or perverted, or self-destructive in other ways. And when reality catches up with them, it all falls apart; not just the creativity, the life. Its like an inability to separate real life from art.