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"Summertime" Jackson Pollack

The perception is mine,
though you may get sucked in
here is where I begin 
a new expression
dropping sticks 
they drip paint onto the canvas 
in my own private Idaho 
droplets on massive scales
tossed into the abyss
thinner smells its space
Or in a self-contained gateway
when in a walled in feeling, hesitant,
driven by tortuous tones
dispatched onto fabric
soaked into frantic fibers
contrasted construct
 From need there are new ways,
when sober, quiet, less erratic
stable in a globular convex
 arbitrary?  Not at all,
drawn to the natural world
nature’s handyworks
 there is order
an emotional splashing 
where the eyes do not settle
 rhythm spackles not of chaos
but evoking nature scapes
an orchestral overture
no finales,
where the eyes do not settle

I’ve captured summertime
Fall aside, 
come one come all, 
dance 
  alongside

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Robert Gorelick October 8, 2026 at 11:35 AM At his best, Jackson's art, though detractors call it crude and artless, in actuality captures nature's most sober, intricately aware intent, plumbing the depths of the human condition. A bravura observation. Bravo! Fave. Cheers, Robert I Am Anaya October 8, 2026 at 1:40 PM A personification of possibilities On how he may have described his perception to be, ....I need a cigarette now🚬 🚭in here.... Jackson's painting's are spackletacular, see In The Wood's :)