With respect to Jackson Pollock.

We have spent all day, dipping our brushes, rolling our rollers and in general making a large mess with several cans of no VOC paint. The only good thing I can say about the day is that it's over and the house doesn't smell like paint. My hands look like the above painting. Problem is, my blue and white hands are only valuable as long as I am alive to use them. While the painting above is worth millions. That just doesn't seem fair.