The Myth of Order

“Number 18”, Jackson Pollock, 1951. Whitney Museum of American Art.

What is order, if not a human invention?

Does there truly exist a world, a nature in order, or is it simply a perfectly interwoven chaos?

Where else could creativity spring from, if not from uncertainty, from disorder, from the problem itself?

And what is beauty, if not a confluence of sensations and emotions beyond all control?

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