Strange coincience?

There's this doodle that I do over and over again, I don't know where it came from, but I do it a lot. It's a compulsive thing that I always find beautiful no matter what. It starts out with a base, usually as a tree or heart and swirls come off of it, spiraling upward and outward, then they end, resembling a tree. I've been doodling like this for years, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw Gustav Klimt's Tree of Life. The only difference between the two (besides his famous golds and browns) is that his swirl more than mine do. Somehow this makes me feel connected to Gustav Klimt, as if somehow we know the same things, have experienced the same joys and pains, and that we are artists because it makes us happy.