Conversation

-What’s so great about him anyway? He just smuts the canvas with acrylic colors and nothing else.
- No it’s not like that. It’s not the way he uses color or how he paints the canvas, it’s the way he does it.

- What about the way he does it?

-  Nothing. It’s just a way to release your feelings. I mean, the guy was getting drunk all day and he suffered from depression. He was going home and he wanted to get rid of his frustration in his every day life. His art is pure and honest. That’s what makes him important.

- Of course he is important. Whoever is drinking and is a depressed prick is an artist or a writer or a musician. That’s what art is to you? Hating and judging the whole world.

- No! Ok then… You explain me why Pollok is considered one of the most essentials artists in the 20^th century?

- Because he is abnormal. People like abnormality. Pollok was just a sick person.

- No. Pollok was just nonstandard. He was abstract as his art.

- Art! I don’t know. Maybe I don’t get it. What I know is that when I was studying art we had principles. We had rules. If I would bring something like that in class they would have failed me. Besides, everyone can do that, what he was doing.

- Why then they don’t do it?

- Oh Pedro. You are so mulish sometimes. You always try to convince people about your point of view. And you always liked the incomprehensible artists and writers. You always liked the bums. Pollok, Bukowski, Goddard….

-  I just like the truth hey. Those people that you mentioned they all were as true as their art. They were incompatible with the rest, unable to coexist and they set their own boundaries. They were uncompromised to any form of art and they created theirs.

- Whatever Pedro. I am tired of this conversation. I know that whatever I say you’ll remain as stubborn as you always are. I want to go to bed.

-  Goodnight my love.