I chose The Strife Between Carnival and Lent by Pieter Bruegel the Elder. It's a tiny little painting. You have a fat man representing Carnival being bit by what I think is an emaciated woman representing Lent, who has her eyes fixed on the distance, but also seems startled by what she's just done, like it was a starving impulse. The woman in the foreground is already in a daze, but is gnawing at the cheek of the skinny Lent efigure. The fat man's eyes representing Carnival are watering with pain, and there might be a wince, but he too is distracted, and what could it be? I sense an ancient mythical conflict, really, humans attacking each other, and being undone, literally, by what they're doing. They become someone else. It's as if I woke up from a dream and could feel and visualize every detail. It just took my breath away. What motivates me in all my work are the ways that we really have no idea who we are and what we're doing until we find ourselves doing it. And all our attempts to sort of impose control through the stories we tell about ourselves are illusory the moment those stories fall apart.