#bluepoles

[gagosiangallery]

Jeff Koons's "Easyfun-Ethereal" opens this Saturday, March 10, 6–8PM ET, at Gagosian West 24th Street. If you are in New York make sure to stop by! Koons highlights the hyperreal, exaggerated nature of images pulled from magazines and photographs in precise areas of color. He pairs sprawling, perspectival landscapes with graphic curves and swells, every inch of the canvas bursting with detail. Check in with us on our Instagram (@gagosian) for Jeff Koons's Gagosian Artist Eye takeover, starting tomorrow, March 8.  __________ Image: Jeff Koons, "Bluepoles," 2000, oil on canvas, 120 × 168 inches (304.8 × 426.7 cm) © Jeff Koons Read more here:http://fal.cn/46-x

[deluxeduck]

regardez-moi | #destinationart #bluepoles #jacksonpollock #abstractexpressionism #masterpiece #nationalgalleryofaustralia #nationalcollection #canberra #igerscanberra #peoplelookingatart #regardezmoi #instamood #photooftheday #iphoneonly (at National Gallery of Australia, Canberra) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwq0fKDlpA6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19lou32crkeqg

[deboravecchi-blog]

“Blue poles” by Jackson Pollock, 1952 @nationalgalleryaus #finearts #painting #pollock #jacksonpollock #bluepoles #canberra #nationalartgallery #australia #artist #artwork #painting (at National Gallery of Australia, Canberra) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrMi5QfHfMY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1897wutpm9wra

[mantrawines]

The most comprehensive Teroldego tasting in the Southern Hemisphere? I dunno. Just a typical Friday eve at #amatovino... Nice to have you drop in @winematters @maxallendrinks @huonhooke @how_to_drink #bluepoles . . . #margaretriver #Teroldego #aussiewine #gtwine #prevelly #margaretriverregion #margslife #lifeinmargs #vinonaturale #trentino #foradori #mezzacorona #geoffhardywines #michelini #dorigati (at Prevelly)

[marcotestaryan]

Blue Poles... #jacksonpollock #bluepoles #royalacademy #london #artgallery #abstract #abstractexpressionism (at Royal Academy of Arts)

[danalevyltd]

A load of #pollocks ... #ra #royalacademy #abstractexpressionism #exhibition #london #jacksonpollock #summertime #bluepoles #mural (at Royal Academy of Arts)

[dominicsymes]

BLUE POLES #8

where were you? in the shadows in the corner? behind the floodlights? in between the cracks in the old timber frame where the heat escapes?

recall one piece of 2x4, birch as I remember, leaning against the old wall

recuperating, congealed, left black and blue to dry out in the cold.

another question of source, did you try and hack a straight path through the jungle? did you try and follow a sextant through the foggy ocean beyond the bay? did you search the internet looking for your absent father?

true believers regard, one above all - the source of wisdom and hope, the rest are left in holy spaces

in Dionysian fits we dance in revelry a round totem poles pleading with the spirits for the answers

a further question on source: did you access this from the frontal lobe? the memory chamber? the cartesian split? the id? the subconscious? the divine intervention?

lonely sailors spend cold nights listlessly drifting from one side of the deck to the other

from the shore only the tall masts are visible in flutters from the lighthouse.

a final query regarding source: do you know what blue means?

all at once the chaos must stop we seek knowledge to an end,

such seduction towards impossible accounts for the how and why

momentary lapses in authority, tacit judgement

you have made my bed, and now I have to sleep in it.

[dominicsymes]

BLUE POLES #7

An American in Canberra hoping it would be warmer the June morning, without my coffee told I couldn’t take inside.

Carrying my jacket, unable to retrace my steps back to the cloakroom, no interest in pastorals.

Passing Australian landscapes on the walls, finding it difficult to see what is significant about Eucalypts and Bushrangers.

The exhibition eludes me following the signs, looking at my watch, how long before closing?

Bigger than I’d imagined, taking a seat on the backless lounge, uncertain where to start.

Transported back to the top of the Grand Canyon, the panorama consuming my entire field of vision, commanding silence and reverie.

Interrupted by the thick vowels of an Australian woman, with an assortment of middle school students.

My quiet conversation in familiar West Coast accents, with Pollock on the wall must wait.

Checking my watch again, wishing they would leave.