I never understood Jackson Pollock’s work–and then I visited a whole room of his paintings at MoMA New York. They were huge and puzzling, but as I stood before one particular oil painting, I got all tingly and excited. Then I chuckled.
Why? Because looking at the painting was liking looking into my own mind. Yep, it’s messy in there.
Such is the working of the creative mind. And that’s all I’m going to say about it. 🙂
Until Wednesday, and wishing you a mind filled with creativity and a healthy sense of humor,