Number 27, 1950 by Jackson Pollock
For your viewing pleasure, here’s a Jackson Pollock I encountered at the Whitney in NYC in February. One of my favorite parts of interacting with paintings in person is the physical layers, streaks, movements of the paint. In some ways we feel how the painter felt – we see their musculature, we can examine the landscape of their art in ways not possible through photos or prints. I’ll miss that experience for now. But I revel in the fact that this work will be there and ready for us when it’s time. It lasts and speaks to the ages across time.