In a red book, I put my thoughts. It has spilled all over this blog. And no-one is going to clean it up. Lazy bastards.
Friday, 16 March 2012
Jackson Pollock final piece (in progress)
A floor spewed feast of colour and emotion. I placed a large painted white wooden board on the floor and walked around it flickering, splattering and throwing paint in all directions.
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