I bet all great artists have a process. I’m not saying I’m a great artist, but I know that I have processes both with writing and photography. And they can be a little odd to the outsider, but they do work. I swear by it.
I wonder if Jackson Pollock’s process started showing up when he was not yet two-years-old.
I wonder if he stood on his canvas and then stood on his head.
I wonder if he told himself jokes every so often to lighten the art mood.
I wonder if he did yoga poses over his canvas and then swished his hair (did he have hair?) back and forth across his canvas.
I wonder if he reveled in his own brilliance.
I wonder if he was choosy about his colors.
I wonder if he got really serious midway through his art process.
Oh, wait. I wonder if he went upside down again midway through his art process!
I wonder if he created his best art in front of a toddler potty.
Or made “Stinkyface” while creating art.
I wonder if he stuck art utensils up his nose.
Or in his mouth.
I wonder if he was ever this happy…(one would hope)
You heard it here first, guys. My daughter might be a future art genius. You just never know.