accidental pollock

After a solid year of rebuilding my homes, my health, my personal life, I made a lot of messes along the way. One of the most profoundly telling examples–and worth re-telling here–is found in the serendipitous spatters of various stains and paint upon a humble bed sheet I had used as a drop cloth.

Used as window dressing for a time, I grew accustomed to the world of vignettes I’d see moving all around it. A man skiing down-hill, getting shat upon by ravens next to a universe of spermatozoa.

accidental Pollock drop cloth

These are after-Pollocks. Faces in the clouds that whirl as they will. You will see something too, likely far different from what I may perceive.

I hope so.