There have been many artists throughout history. Jackson Pollock was one that was known for more than just his art.
Pollock came to fame in New York City during the 1940s. He lived in a small apartment, filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of paint. The news of war played over the radio. It was dark and barely furnished. His paintings were prominent throughout the rooms. It looked more like an art studio than a home.
Pollock seemed to have no sense of time. Every day was the same as the one before. He drank to get drunk, most of the time to the point where he could not walk. He became belligerent, screaming his opinions angrily, or not making any sense at all, just mumbling, or crying, like a madman. Pollock’s brother, Sandy, knew the routine all too well, caring for his brother during these dark, lonely, drunken episodes. These episodes would last a night or sometimes days, and when Pollock awoke, he’d have no recollection. His head would pound like a drum, his memory of the night before blurry. He’d feel embarrassed and sorry, although not knowing exactly what for. Pollock’s mother was the type of person that could say so much without saying anything at all. He felt inadequate towards her and always craved for her approval. This relationship with her, led him to anger and childlike behavior. His sister in law, Sandy’s wife, was pregnant and uncomfortable with Pollock’s behavior and constant need of Sandy’s care. Sandy and his wife eventually moved out of the city to Connecticut to start their own family, taking Pollock’s mother along with them and leaving Pollock behind, alone in the city. This, like all difficult feelings, led to more drinking and depression for Pollock.
Pollock began to spend more and more time with a girl named Lee. Lee, a fellow artist, first met Pollock five years earlier at a party. Pollock approached her there for a dance, only to fall all over her, drunk and unable to express his attraction