Undefined

I've spent the last few days, perhaps longer, feeling utterly uninspired. Even the simple matter of string words together to form a coherent sentence is an effort, and having done so the results hardly seem worth it. Worse, like some latter day Salieri I seem unable to derive much joy from the works of others at the moment, their brilliance serving only to drive home my own inadequacies. On the bright side, it's more self-loathing that's in evidence, rather than jealously. I've always found the latter to be decidedly unbecoming.

And that's quite enough of the whinging, thank you very much. Moving on to a different matter altogether, I wonder if you can help me with something. Somewhere within the cavernous confines of the Museum of Modern art in New York is a painting I rather liked. I can't recall the name of the artist, nor the name of the piece, nor can I offer much in the way of it's location within the museum, all of which has been somewhat hampering my efforts to track down a print of the piece in question. The best I can do to describe it is to compare it with a mix of differing styles of classical Japanese artwork thrown into a blender and then poured upon a canvas.

A prize to anyone who can give me the name of the artist.