Jackson Pollock – “Number One” 1948

He Said:

Being someone in my mid-twenties means I’m simply confused with life. Half way in between becoming an adult and leaving childhood, I’ve had to start thinking about important things like pensions and mortgages, yet I still expect gifts under the Christmas tree on the 25th.
People talk about the new quarter-life crisis and I certainly think younger people are under a lot more stress, but who’s to blame? As parents have become less strict, society more forgiving on the less fortunate, where’s this pressure coming from? I admit for a change I don’t know the answer. Maybe that’s the reason the Pollock above currently feels like a representation of my brain and anyone else in their mid-twenties.

She Said:

I try hard to control my weaknesses or fight nature but sometimes wish I could just accept who I am, go with the flow of life and see where my imperfections take me. Though I am certain the colourful messes I could make will never turn into anything as spectacular as Pollock’s Number One – I hope I will at least look back at the seemingly directionless paths I took and realise that what appeared to be deeply flawed, actually transformed into something quite beautiful.