Thinking about Fair Warning

Is there a word for when you love something because it is horrible and it's horrible because it's true, and specifically, because it's you? That's why my chosen album cover adorns, probably, a fine record, but not one I have special feeling about, instead of a great psychedelic cover from the great psychedelic musical era - or a cover like that of HMS Donovan, featuring children's poems put to music (listen to The Walrus and The Carpenter). Imagine my surprise, when, grown up, I saw portions of The Maze, by William Kurelek, on the cover of Fair Warning, a Van Halen album. A flashback to being ten, reading the Time-Life book on psychology about madness in art. The cover shows a few of the best scenes - the boy being beat up while classmates cruelly feast on the spectacle, the boy, his progress thwarted by a brick wall. These are scenes from The Maze, self-images in a painting of the inside of the artist's skull. We see his memories - a curled-up rat, dead, an older boy looking a his own arm, devoid of flesh, as if it were not his own, as death lurked curiously close by, a helpless lizard being attacked by a murder of crows, and my favorite, right on top, the boy, alone and dejected, in a wheat field - thrilling, shocking, lonely, to see, in an artist's work, oneself.