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Dripping fervently across broad canvasses with threaded, convoluted and spectral incursions, Jackson Pollock’s art reads like runes to me. Inching towards balancing the edges of mystical eloquence, he wouldn’t have requested leisured ingress to footpaths of patented acrylics just for nothing.
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Every good painter paints what he is.
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