Today I stepped on the edge of genius…
The setting was a rainy day in New York’s beach paradise, The Hampton’s. My dear friend Jim Allman, former DEVRIES GLOBAL and Sotheby’s bigwig, took me out to Jackson Pollack’s home and studio near East Hampton.
The famous artist and his wife Lee Krasner moved out to this picturesque hamlet as newlyweds in 1945. They didn’t have a car or even heat, but what they did have was a shared passion for art.
Pollack created a studio in a barn out back and his wife took the upstairs of their home for her work. The result was a new perspective on art.
70 years later, I felt the raw passion of Pollack’s fluid movements flinging paint onto canvass, as I stood on his studio floor, even in the mandatory unattractive slippers. The planks of wood, covered with edges of countless masterpieces, made up their own Pollack original.
I still can’t believe they let me stand on this magical spot! I’ve stood inches from some of the world's greatest art, but this was a truly intimate artistic perspective.