“Pig on Brick.”
I’d be the Pig-on-Brick Killer.
And if you’re wondering who painted “Pig on Brick,” it was me-- in 12th grade art humanities. I’m quite proud. 
Happy Lendervedder
I think I would have to be the Thomas Kincaid serial killer.
“Evening Glow”
“Home is Where The Heart Is”
“Rose Arbor Cottage”
“Amber Afternoon”
“Cobblestone Bridge”
“Dusk in the Valley”
People would say, “Aww…” and they’d let me go.
“Opus the Malevolent”.
I’d leave Bloom County strips near all my victims.
My victims, of course, would be mostly mimes.
Ed Zotti.
If ever there was a serial killer name it’s that one.
You just want to here a cop say “I don’t know art, but I know what I like”.
What a twisted, perverted mind!
Hear, dammit, hear. I don’t know spell checkers, but I know what I like.
Turner’s “The fighting Temeraire towed to its last berth”
A name rich with possibilities for a criminal profiler, all of which would be complete bollocks.
Turmer referred to the painting as “My Darling” and refused to sell it. Cool.
Extra points: When they whack you and the meat wagon takes you away, some smart assed cop can say that.
I’ll take Dali’s Hallucinogenic Toreador, as that has the funniest implications I can think of.
The “Hang In There, Baby” Killer
I would lynch kittens.
I think I’m gonna have to choose Picasso’s “Three Musicians”. Saw that painting at MOMA many years ago, and (unlike many works of art when you first view them in person), it was huge! Made quite an impression on my 15-year-old mind; Dali’s “Persistence of Memory” (which I love) is about the size of a sheet of notebook paper.
I’d be “The Musician”. Now there’s a good serial killer name.