Paying Respects

Last year when we did our first Jackson Pollock pilgrimage we stopped by the cemetery where Jackson and Lee are buried. I left a paint brush on Pollocks’ gravestone.

This morning as we are heading home we stopped by the cemetery. The paint brush was gone. But, I found the brush I left on Jackson’s stone had been moved to Lee’s gravestone.

I don’t know - maybe I am foolish? But, I have created a connection with this artist. Maybe it is life of disfunction I relate to. Our like the hope of winning Powerball - I would like to find a thread of creativity within myself that matters. Or maybe I am just foolish?Les mer