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?