yo! in among The Hamptons with Jackson Pollock.. innit!
here is a self-portrait of the..
ARTIST IN RESIDENCE
he looks pretty spaced out..
but really he is just 'in the zone'..
he has been at the easel..
trying to cram some drama into his work..
he is drawing with the oil paint tube..
he is slathering it on as well..
and then he is throwing great gobs of the stuff at the canvas..
from distance..
DO THIS IN MEMORY OF ME
we are on Long Island..
with Jackson Pollack..
it's f*ckin freezing..
he has no money for heating..
he is still dirt poor..
but Jackson is dancing..
he has the music playing loud..
and he is dancing to all that jazz..
dancing above a huge unrolled canvas on the floor..
and he is carrying a can of paint and a brush or stick,,
he swirls as he goes..
dribbling and dripping..
a rhythmic record of his dance..
soon they will come for him..
photographing and filming him..
making him famous but stealing his soul..
he will drink himself into oblivion and kill himself..
in a ..
when he is in the zone..
our artist in residence that is..
he is acting out his fantasy of the artist as hero..
they ain't no outlines..
no perspective..
no restraint..
the artist is mad..
he throws the paint about..
and then he picks up the pieces..
interprets the mess..
and brings it home..
back from the edge..
back from Long Island..
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