Here’s one of mine. I still don’t know what to call it. Pollock was an obvious influence here.
It was created on the back of a spare piece of linoleum with some leftover interior latex paint. So, junk. Trash all of it. It’s not even cut square.
That’s why I’m no artist, or writer, or adept at my other little interests that must have an official title filed away somewhere.
I don’t follow the rules. Are there rules? Fuck if I know. I never made it past the 9th grade. Started my wandering years early. Sure as hell never went to college. But that’s not really the point either.
I just have a tendency to do things in completely unacceptable ways. That’s why I’m everyone’s favorite fuckup.
Anyone want to take a shot at naming this one? I’ve quit caring.