“Jackson Pollock Dances”
You might think that Jackson Pollock’s movements when flinging the paint would be awkward – even violent. But look at the films of him in action: he’s dancing! There is rhythm and flow; there is grace.
My canvas is much, much smaller – no room for my body to dance – but when I look at it, my hand always is. Perhaps I delude myself, but we both are dancing from inside.
All Art, whatever the modality, starts with the Inner Dance. Call it, if you like, the Dance of Shiva: Shiva dancing the Soul. But it is very hard, perhaps impossible, to dab and dance.
You must be free, as Pollock was. Free to express the Deep Unconscious, the Soul.
