I have just finished reading a biography of the life and work of Jackson Pollock (see book list) and assuming that most at least know of him i shall leave the regurgitation of his story and simply give you my response to the book. Reading such a honest account really brings it home that even the greatest artist are still people. Continual references to Pollocks relationship with so many famous artists reminded me that despite there status these were just regular folk. As bizarre as the anecdotes sound it brings the humanity of such iconic figures. Jackson Pollock and Willem De Kooning sitting on a curb outside a bar sharing a bottle of bourbon and taking it in turns to congratulate each other on being 'the best', the fistfights and mudslinging, the drunkenness. Its easy to see such events as somewhat tragic and self destructive when one considers that alcoholism was essentially to blame for his death. But are these not the actions of a 'normal' man?. Hanging out with his friends, creating bonds, which was not an easy thing for Pollock. I cant help but find such tales endearing. The thought of Jackson Pollock walking out of a exhibition, with his sculpture, on to the street and jumping up and down on it so that he could fit it into his car to take home. Its just Great!. But it's also true that his life was a troubled one, and in many respects one can't help but feel that there was so much more that Pollock could have given us if only he could have confronted the demons that eventually consumed him. It's seams somewhat ironic that his life was plagued by mental instability and he should die, thrown from the car he crashed, striking a tree head first. As if in defiance of the very thing that drove him to his end. Yes he was arrogant, crass, abrasive, abusive and a drunk for the best part of his life. But he was also innovative, highly intellectual and as fragile as any person can be. A unusual combination for a life that, with hindsight, could never have ended peacefully. This book is brutal in many respects, discussing Pollock frankly, warts and all. But what i have gained from reading this account is that as a artist its OK to struggle with your work, long periods of inactivity are not uncommon. I guess as an art student one looks upon these artist past as god like figures, the unobtainable who achieved the unobtainable. This has followed me through to independence....until now.
A book that shows me that the people who's achievements i aspire too are people and not gods. Perhaps my purpose in life is not so ridiculous after all.