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...Mindy and business magus Manny - reveal desires for more than the painting. While the central point - that the Pollock is treated by everybody as merely a commodity to be traded, for money or sex or both ("You know what TIME magazine called Pollock?" sneers Manny. "Jack the Dripper!") - Williamson's characters are absurdly weak. Loren's comments on her sexual acquiescences are restricted to "I enjoyed it" or "That was the most humiliating thing I've ever done." Her arguments with long-suffering husband Gerry are crudely drawn, seeming artificial and superficial. Worst of all is the clich...
...avant-garde knew Jackson Pollock as a man who might come into his favorite East Hampton bar late one night, have a few drinks, and knock his fellow painter Franz Kline across the room. Folks at home knew him, thanks to Henry Luce's magazines, as "Jack the Dripper," the angry-looking young man who put canvas on the floor, slopped a little Duco paint around, added some sand and miscellaneous junk, and called the mess a painting. He seemed as full of chaos as his paintings. He smoked Camels, drank hard, then finally lost control of the whole thing...
...forgotten. The excellent little new museum in Ogunquit, run by Painter Henry Strater, has in past years given similar one-man shows to Mark Tobey, Morris Graves and Andrew Wyeth. As an artist, Brook respects such innovators as his fellow Long Islander, the late Jackson Pollock, the master dripper. The people Brook resents are those faddists who promote abstract art and will enthuse about nothing else. He also has an oldster's dismissing attitude toward those younger artists who, he says, display their contempt for discipline and craftsmanship by deliberately using materials that are doomed to perish...
...years since his death, Abstract Expressionist Jackson Pollock has become the nation's most admired art export. Last week Pollock's passionate, familiar dribblings of paint were on view in a London gallery. Judging by the record attendance as well as the reviews, Jack the Dripper had taken England in hand...
...Jack the Dripper. Adolph Gottlieb's Blue at Noon, for example, conveys a strong sense of light and dark skies and of lilting movement. Looking at it is rather like watching a snowstorm through a windowpane and remembering Thomas Nash's line: "Brightness falls from the air." Jackson Pollock's Scent is a heady specimen of what one worshiper calls his "personalized skywriting." More the product of brushwork than of Pollock's famed drip technique, it nevertheless aims to remind the observer of nothing except previous Pollocks, and quite succeeds in that modest design...