I dunno. I can go both ways.

On the one hand, art is communication, and someone you don't know put thoughts you weren't privy to into an expression of themselves, and it now hangs in your most personal room. So there's a weirdness to that.

On the other hand, who hasn't woken suddenly and been scared most-of-the-way-to-death by furniture obscured in darkness? Your brain is just as scary as the brain of the artist, I imagine.