Jackson Pollock, Autumn Rhythm (Number 30), 1950. When I went to the MOMA, I saw the works. It catched my attention by huge size.it is prevailing peoples' attentions. He uses only two color but describe variously.
With wind, restless grasses and wide blue skies, the most sparsely populated state offers solitude to spare. Called the 'Bunchgrass end of the World' by writer Annie Proulx, Wyoming may be nuzzled in the bosom of America, but it's emptiness that defines it. www.lonelyplanet.com/usa/rocky-mountains/wyoming#ixzz3F5yXkfat