This is one of Pollock’s masterpieces from the MOMA in New York. This is a huge painting (9’ x 18’) and it can’t really be appreciated by looking at it on a computer. I don’t know what it is but I will tell you what it isn’t. It has no title, it wasn’t painted with a brush on an easel, it has no subject, and it was not composed. It is a totally random representation of his inner self and psyche at the time of painting. Maybe not the meaning of life (as promised) but, maybe the meaning of his life. Critically acclaimed these drip paintings brought JP fame and fortune but not happiness or even contentment. So it goes.


March 06, 2015

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