In February 2016, my family visited the Dallas Museum of Art. Jackson Pollock’s work on was on tour and I wasn’t going to miss it. His work speaks volumes to me. His paint strokes and splashes all combine in the most complex meaningful way.
An hour or so later, we were sitting in the main lobby enjoying some great food and music when a woman stopped at our table. She introduced herself said she couldn’t get over how a mother and son showed such an interest in art. “I actually took this photo of the two of you and wanted you to have a copy”. We couldn’t thank her enough. It was a photo of my mom and I contemplating the creative movement of Jackson Pollock’s Convergence, 1952.