Word: pollocks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Pollock strewed oils about, but nothing was an accident. If it was, he cleaned it up. He danced around, and even on top of, his work. In later years, he called his canvases "the arena," a flatland where he encountered himself in a battle between mind and hand, He improvised like a jazz musician, scattering paint off the tip of an overloaded brush in the whiplash rhythm of his choreography. Sometimes he added sand and broken glass for texture. "It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess," he said in 1947. "Otherwise...
...after eight years of one-man shows (and rising prices), Pollock abruptly banished color from his work. He also began weaving images again with his whiplash scatter stroke. There emerged an ascetic calligraphy that, in daring the absurdity of sheer scribble, produced a flowing script that entranced the eye with its imagism...
...Deep. It was never simple for Pollock. Friends saw him, a cigarette smoldering on his lip, emerge from his studio limp as a wet dishrag. In 1953 Pollock took up brushes again, using his drip technique less and less frequently, to produce his last spurt of genius. In Portrait and a Dream, he showed the dichotomy between the monochrome meandering of his somnolent mind and the colorful mask of his own waking self. In Easter and the Totem, he paired a budding lily with a brown bullet totem that juts into the canvas from the left. He painted The Deep...
Tortured by self-doubt and the derision of the public press, Pollock gave up the brush for the bottle. His forays from his remote Long Island studio into New York frequently ended in barroom squabbles at the abstract expressionists' hangout, the old Cedar Bar. Painter Barnett Newman tried to keep him out of it. "The.y're laying for you," warned Newman. "You go in there a hero, and you come out a bum." One of Pollock's last major works was 1955's Search, an encyclopedia of his artistry in joyous Christmas colors. Its true thrill...
Drooling Imitators. On an August night in 1956, near East Hampton, L.I., while his wife, Painter Lee Krasner, was in Europe, Pollock drove off a high-crowned road at top speed, bounced off an embankment and smacked into trees. He and one of two young artist's models in the car were killed...