After yesterday's lapse into the naive, today we venture into the murky waters of abstract expressionism. Jackson Pollock (1912 - 1956) died young at the wheel of his car and with alcohol at the wheel of his senses. A mess. And there are plenty who think his later paintings nothing more than meaningless messes. They don't look like anything we can relate to and a frequent criticism is that 'I could have done that'. But could you really? Pollock's best stuff reaches into the intestines of human imagination and gives expression to the bloody mess. Here we have Untitled from 1949.
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