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Untitled - Jackson Pollock - 1912-1956

They say a picture may paint a thousand words but I can't read what he wrote household paint poured onto a horizontal surface ain't what I call works of note splashed with no pre-planned end-result for art's sake to me does not art make known for his 'drip technique' yes he was a drip and no mistake yet a few of his spills sold for millions long after his prime as a fool and his money are soon parted and you can fool some all of the time but if we pry the boards from his studio floor and hang them on the wall why it would be far more relevant tho' still takes no skill at all his splotches are not pictures of poppies nor pansies petunias or hollyhocks in fact they're really nothing more than just a load of Pollocks

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