This garbage is art.

This was in the garbage.

I consider it art.

When no one was looking, I grabbed it, took it home, cleaned it off and put it in a frame.

First, this is theft.

I stole it from Disney Studios in Burbank, California.

Second, the artist—someone I know—didn't quite understand why I'd want it.

Third, that's the point. Consider:

You know people who do what they do because the joy of doing it is so immense that they couldn't imagine doing anything else, and it shows up in their everythings—their smile, their demeanor, their general fabulousness that is unique to them.

The quality of their work is very high, top-shelf, elite even. And it shows up in the fundamentals.

This is a sketch.

The quality of their work is very high, top-shelf, elite even. And it shows up in the fundamentals.

And that's why this “garbage” is art to me.