The other day I brought home some butcher paper and markers. And I let Jude go crazy. It was awesome. He did an awesome job of knowing how to use the markers and obediently keeping it on the paper. I was struck by the 'pollockness' of it all.
Here's Jackson Pollock. By far, my fave American artist. I love his intensity. His randomness. I can only imagine how invigorating it would be to come home after a hard day of work and splatter paint everywhere.
And the cigarette hanging out of his mouth? Awesome. If I could have gotten Jude's face, I'm sure a paci would have been hanging out.
And at the end, Jude's picture was quite similar. Less intensional, but full of vivacity and the embracing of life's emotions nonetheless.
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