Painting by Jackson Pollock, "Autumn Rhythm (Number 30)", seen at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Quote via.
I feel at peace in bright white studios, paint caked on my fingernails, the smell of turpentine and oil paint in the air, the thrum of the printing press... these all remind me of watching my mom growing up. There is something calming and comforting about looking at art. If that means I'm disturbed, well hell, at least I'm not boring.