|Jackson Pollock, Blue Poles, Number 11, 1952. Oil, enamel and aluminum paint, glass on canvas, 2.11 x 4.87m|
Standing in front of Blue Poles, your eyes begin to wander, tracking slashes and drips, splatters and spirals, in search of some greater form or meaning. During those first few moments to conceive of the world beyond the canvas is impossible. You may not look away. And yet the piece is much more than the field of paint and glass that defines it, rather it is an abstract representation of the idea of painting and the corresponding experience, both mental and physical, that created it. The canvas once lay spread across the floor of Pollock’s studio, blank and lifeless. But when Pollock bodily entered the canvas, he became the god of that realm, pouring and stomping and spraying with impunity, giving life through his actions. The painting remains as a monument to that ecstasy, to the power of human invention, and is as authentic an expression of conceptual artistic genius as could be produced.