Call me an unsophisticated rube, but I just don’t get modern art. To me, Jackson Pollock’s paintings look like something you might hang on your refrigerator if your second-grader made one in art class, but you’d be counting the days until he came home with macaroni glued to construction paper so you could take the damn Pollock-looking thing down.
This is not to say there’s anything wrong with Pollock’s work, per se. I’m just saying I don’t get it. Someone more in the know than me might look at a canvas covered with random paint drippings and find it the most amazing thing ever created. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all. Read More