Pollock.
Jackson had a nightmare.
It started with one line.
One line going nowhere.
Turning inside a blank space.
Then another line.
Another wandering line across the canvas.
Another and another.
Hundreds of lines.
Until this mess of lines woke him up.
”I got to show this”. He said to himself.
And frantically painted lines. Many lines.
With occasional splashes.
Then he painted more.
Then he became Pollock.
”Pollock”
70 x 100 cm. unframed
Mixed media on Fabriano 300g