Jackson Pollock on Art #5

Jackson Pollock Retrospective in Eighteen (18) Parts
Part #5


Number 5 – Jackson Pollock

“It came into existence
because I had
to paint it.

Any attempt
on my part
to say something
about it,
to attempt
of the inexplicable,
could only destroy it.”

~ ~ ~

“I have no fears
about making changes,
destroying the image. . .
because the painting
has a life
of its own.

I try
to let it
come through.

It is only
when I lose
contact with
the painting
that the result
is a mess.”

– Jackson Pollock


Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock (January 28, 1912 – August 11, 1956) was an influential American painter and a major figure in the abstract expressionist movement. Pollock was best known for his unique style of drip painting, never making contact with the canvas. This method has inspired many to try to do their own ‘Pollock’, more to honor than to copy.

Pollock enjoyed considerable fame and was infamous for his notoriety. The major artist of his generation and a recluse, with an erratic personality. He was more than an alcoholic. I conjecture, he suffered from shifting moods. Hypothesis: he was always skating on the edge of bipolar. At least, that is the appearance. Knowing inside what happens outside, I would say the alcohol was a way of self-medicating to remove the haunting darkness.

In 1945, he married the artist Lee Krasner, who became his grounding force. She tried to go with what he needed but his temper was hurtful and cutting; and during his life while married to Krasner, the most difficult behavior for her to bear was his involvement with younger women. So when he wasn’t being a good husband and friend, he was like Greta Garbo, “I want to be alone” or I need to escape from everything. All the while, I would expect, he thought most about getting back to work while feeling he was always being pulled away from it. His soul needed to express what poured forth from the creative forces all around him. He needed to paint.

***In August 1949, Life Magazine ran a leading headline that invoked the question: “Jackson Pollock: Is he the greatest living painter in the United States?” Already famous in the New York art world, Pollock’s artistic reputation was widely known. He was American’s first “Art Star”—with his daring and radical style of painting continuing to change the path of modern art. Pollock was tormented. It plagued the artist throughout his life. I would estimate his tortured soul was driving him toward his obsessive need to paint, a way to express what communed with his soul. It helped orchestrate his wildly passionate innovative art—but still the darkness haunted him. He struggled with self-doubt; and became engaged in a lone battle between needing to express himself and shutting out the world. Pollock was in a downward spiral. It threatened to destroy the grounding his marriage provided with Lee Krasner, his gifted career, and ultimately his life. It ended with Pollock wanting to abandon the world in what appeared to be on a calm and clement summer night in 1956.

During one of his drunken episodes while out drinking with some young women, he was feeling wild inside while driving exceedingly fast, the top down. With a liquor bottle in one hand, he intentionally aimed his car off the road, crossing a field into what appeared to be a maze of trees. There was a crash. Pollock was killed. He was only 44. Cause of his death was declared to be an alcohol-related single-car accident when he was driving.

After Pollock’s death, there were retrospectives created by MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) and The Tate of London. One four months after his death in December 1956, and then some forty years later in 1998 and 1999. His paintings sell now in the nine figures, ex. $140,000,000 for one painting in a relatively recent acquisition. It’s amazing how artists reap the riches for the wealthy investor, whether they enjoy the works they purchase, it really is an investment to appreciate their already obscene fortunes. And we, as a government in the USA [the RePubs], deign to support the arts, wherever they should be found. How screwed up is that? Let the artist suffer. The art will be improved. The message is clear the artist, whether painter, poet, writer, film maker or other forms of art (there are so many forms in which to express art). It scares the shit out of those who think they are the power center. Power is their illusion. The artist, inside, sees the truth, even if it’s not always clarified in the beginning. Meaning grows with its filtering in the minds of those who can see or try to see. Eventually the light shines upon its ever changing interpretations of Truth. – j.kiley

Weekly Writing Challenge #65

Weekly Writing Prompt #65
Week of 28th Nov. 2016

DOOR Template Instructions=====================

(5) Words: | STAGE | SHORT | YOUNG | TEST | LIVE |

Poetry Suggestions
Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)
Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
six lines – no rhymes – multiple stanzas [your choice] – just follow meter
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme – syllables
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines
Free Verse – No Limitations
See [POETRY PAGE] for further instructions
Fictional Suggestions
Flash Fiction (500 – 300 words)
Any Genre: Mystery – Sci-Fi – Fantasy – Horror – Literary
***One main character
***Room for one scene
***Main conflict in first sentence
***Room for a single plot
***Room for a single, simple theme
***SHOW anything related to the main conflict
***TELL the backstory; don’t “show” it
***Save the twist until the end
***Eliminate all but essential words

Use your best judgement

Remembrance: Marcel Proust #73

Remembrance: Marcel Proust
Part #73

Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”


“I feel that there is
much to be said
for the Celtic belief
that the souls
of those whom
we have lost
are held captive
in some inferior being,
in an animal,
in a plant,
in some inanimate object,
and thus effectively lost
to us until the day
(which to many never comes)
when we happen
to pass by the tree
or to obtain possession
of the object
which forms their prison.
Then they start and tremble,
they call us by our name,
and as soon
as we have recognised them
the spell is broken.
Delivered by us,
they have overcome death
and return
to share our life.

And so it is
with our own past.
It is a labour
in vain
to attempt
to recapture it:
all the efforts
of our intellect
must prove futile.
The past is hidden
somewhere outside
the realm,
beyond the reach
of intellect,
in some material object
(in the sensation
which that material object
will give us)
of which we have
no inkling.
And it depends
on chance
whether or not
we come upon
this object
before we ourselves
must die.”

― Marcel Proust

ghost of proust at grave

Nor Hell A Fury

Nor Hell A Fury
Blackout Poem
Created by j.kiley
Inspired by BBC Series
“Doctor Foster”


The Mourning Bride
Act III Scene I


Is it my love? ask again
That Question, speak again that soft Voice,
And love again with Wishes in thy Eyes.
O no! thou can’st not. . .

Can’st thou forgive me then? wilt thou believe
So kindly of my Fault, to call it Madness?
O, give that Madness yet a milder Name,
And call it Passion; then, be still more kind,
And call that Passion Love.

Hell! Hell!
Yet I’ll be calm. . .
But now that Dawn begins, and the slow Hand
Of Fate is stretch’d to draw the Veil, and leave
Thee bare. . .

Heav’n has no Rage, like Love and Hatred turn’d,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Passages from “The Mourning Bride”
A Tragedy [Premiered 319 years ago in 1697]
Playwright William Congreve

J.W.Waterhouse, Medea / Gemaelde, 1906-07 - J.W.Waterhouse / Medea / Painting -

Medea – John William Waterhouse – Nor Hell A Fury

'maggie the cat'

‘maggie the cat’

In the ancient Greek tragedy by Euripides, Medea was the sorceress who assisted Jason in obtaining the Golden Fleece and later became his wife. Jason betrayed Medea by divorcing her and marrying another. In Medea’s transformation, she progresses from suicidal despair to sadistic fury. Her revenge on Jason’s betrayals start with a series of murders, culminating in the murder of their two young children. When Jason comes to her, she has their two children brought forth. Jason is horrified when he sees that his two children are indeed dead. The pleasure Medea experiences while watching Jason’s suffering outweighed her feelings of remorse for what she had done. As Jason mourns, Medea escapes through the help of The King of Athens, Aegeus. Medea created a brew for the King’s infertility in exchange for sanctuary in Athens. Medea’s plight, under the circumstances of the day, a certain sympathy can be felt. After everything she did to make Jason succeed. His actions, in turn, are to abandon her to climb the ladder of success by marrying the daughter of the King of Corinth.

maggie-the-cat-paw-print1Jealousy contains such depth of rage, at times, but it does not forgive such acts of depravity. Knowing the whole story does give one understanding, and makes Medea a sympathic character of mythology. Maggie the Cat | Roars & Purrs

Just Feel the Song

Roars & Purrs by Maggie the Cat


Maggie the Cat

It felt like the perfect song when I started listening to this, reaching inside of my heart and I could feel the presence of someone I recently lost. Neither of us did anything to feel sorry about except, she never said goodbye. She wasn’t a lover. More a friend. More of a friend who heard what I had to say, and helped me to understand as I was able to help her, too.

I left the lyrics off the page because you need to just watch Adele & feel the music. Let it get inside, rather than reading lyrics that need to be heard & felt, not read. These lyrics tend toward the passionate. Adele is a creative songwriter with an astonishing singing voice. Magnificent and passionate. I appreciate & love who she is. Hope you love this video. I sure do. – MtC

Adele – Hello