“Empty and Full”
I do some drippings and flingings which vaguely – very vaguely – resemble Jackson Pollock’s.
One of our many differences is that I leave considerable space, whereas he fills every inch of his canvas. Too much, I think. No plains, all mountains. Nowhere to relax and breathe.
Every inch is filled – is wondrously full, but there is no emptiness.
That’s my Chinese influence, though: not all yang, but yin as well. And balanced. As is said of Chinese painting: Empty and Full.
