Sunday, June 5, 2016

#73: Pollock’s Canvas

Sometimes scientific discoveries are born out of madness. Take Jackson Pollock's famous fractal paintings for instance. It doesn't seem too brilliant at first glance, but the scientific community has been studying and learning from them. He may not have been a physicist or mathematician himself, but he did help us in understanding our world and the visual beauty that can be found in it. 

Check out the below 2 articles about how Jackson Pollock's work has been studied.



The poem below is written from the perspective of the canvas.

Jackson Pollock


The easel is a stand
That holds me, a canvas
A canvas as white as a winter storm
A blizzard

I've heard the stories
Of canvases transformed 
Into masterpieces

Their painter’s brilliant strokes
Brush in hand
They stare and stare and stare
Till they could see what their canvas could be

Their brush a tool of precision
Every meticulous stroke
Every dip and every dab
Until the canvas became perfection

Today I meet my master
Jackson Pollock
He throws my easel in the trash

He gently sets me on the ground
Amid buckets of paint
And brushes strewn about
I’m perplexed

His brush would never touch me
Nor would his hand
He paced around me
Circling around and around and around

His brush soaked with paint
Drip, drip, drip as he circled me
He’d grab another brush
Sopped in paint he’d fling it across me

Cigarettes and booze
Maybe they were clues
To his genius

I thought to myself
Is this the work of a master,
Or a crazy person?
Perhaps both.

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