Pollock Page #3

Peggy owns all the work. So sell.

In addition, Peggy has

commissioned you to paint...

a mural for the entrance hall to her

new town house on 61st and Lexington.

It's big, Jackson--

eight feet by twenty feet.

You have total artistic license.

You can paint anything you like.

You will be the sensation

of the season.

This is my new painter,

Jackson Pollock.

This is my new painter,

Jackson Pollock.

They just donated one of their

paintings to the Whitney Museum.

And of course, you know James Johnson.

Please, enjoy.

Tony, you know Peggy Guggenheim,

don't you?

Tony Smith.

He's a wonderful architect.

- Mom.

- Oh, my, my.

God is good.

How are you, Mom?

- I'm fine.

- Who is this?

I want to introduce you

to Peggy Guggenheim. This is my mother.

- How do you do?

- So lovely to meet you.

- This is James Johnson Sweeney.

- Mrs. Pollock.

- You must be very proud.

- Of all my boys.

Jack, it looks great.

- Well, enjoy.

- Yes, I will.

This isn't painting.

Are you leaving?

Yes. I don't think

it's so hot.

Well, go back and look again.

Oh, Lee. He's original.

He's ambitious.

But there's a lot of mud...

and the titles are...

pretentious.

Muddiness.

Mud abounds.

Go back, Clem,

and look again.

- Read it. Read it.

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

"Jackson Pollock is participating

at his first one-man show...

at the Art of This Century gallery.

Being young and full of energy,

he takes orders he can't fill."

- Oh, thanks a lot, Clem.

- Listen to the rest of it, Jackson.

" Pollock has gone through

the influences of Miro...

Picasso, Mexican painting

and whatnot...

and has come out

on the other side...

painting mostly

with his own brush."

- Not bad.

- " Mostly with his own brush"?

The man is saying

you're an original.

- Not one sale.

- Rome wasn't built in one day.

What do you see there, Pollock?

You've been looking at it

for weeks.

Peggy's threatening

to reconsider.

Oh, God.

Sorry.

Happy New Year, everyone.

That the mural goes on and on,

Clem says...

is what makes it so good.

He thinks it's a great painting.

I think you've

found yourself a champion.

It's all bullshit anyway.

Do you like it?

I love it.

You've had a lot of lovers.

My share.

You want to talk about that?

You want to go to bed.

- I had something like that in mind.

- I'll take you up on it.

I don't think you realize

how hard I work...

to get people interested in you--

to get you into the right hands.

And then you act so badly.

You remind me

of a trapped animal.

You have to promise me--

do not rip up my bedroom.

All right, wait a minute.

Wait. Wait!

Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

I went out looking for you.

- What are you doing to yourself?

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