"Everyone always thinks of him as just slopping paint around, but he looked at it, decided the orange was too bright, and took it down."
Good morning, friends! I hope this Monday finds you rested, prepared, and ready for a great week. Let’s get to it!
“He”, in this case, is Jackson Pollock, an abstract expressionist painter of the first half of the last century. Perhaps you’ve seen his work: large canvases with splatterings of paint in circles, swirls and lines. Generally blacks dominate with plenty of other colors and the space is well covered, typically leaving little white space. Not your everyday art, for sure, but I like his work. Why? You miss the art if all you see is the spatterings; the beauty is in the concert of the movements. The emotion plays like a child dancing all alone. But some people only see spatterings and mess.
Life can also frequently seem like a splattering mess. Passions of yesteryear are memories of today. Some friends come and go while other friends grow in dominance. Phases of life can seem less intentional and purposeful and more reactionary. The narrative of our lives can become very convoluted and confusing. Other people may look at us and see only spatterings and mess. Often times that may be all we see in ourselves, all the while knowing that we tried to create beauty in ourselves and our lives. Yet, beneath, among and with the splatterings we are beautiful.
* It’s not the outcomes of your life that make you beautiful; it’s your spirit.
* It’s not the cleanliness of your life that gives you worth; it’s your courage.
* It’s not the straight lines and 90 degree turns of your life that matter; it’s all of you.
Stavroudis is an art restorer; he’s currently cleaning a famous Pollock work so it can be seen as it was created, free of dust and grime. You and I can’t change our past. Our restoration work is to reconcile ourselves with life as it was and see the beauty in the concert of the movements. They may not have been what hindsight would now prefer but they were our efforts at the time. Can we accept the beauty of the splatterings and mess of our lives? Not everyone will see it, but we, who know ourselves best, can surely see it in ourselves. I see it in you! Have a wonderful week!