I told you that I’m reading a book on the artist Lee Krasner. The thing is, it’s written in such a way that I can see every step of her life played out as if there was no other way it could have been. It’s as if there was nothing else she could have done, to end up where she did. One person, led to another and another after that, doors were opened, or closed, all in order to get her to where she ended up. She’s just meeting Jackson Pollock who, as you know, she eventually marries.
Her life with Pollock was a nightmare (I read about that before. He was a drunk and a little insane). As I said, she’s just going to meet him now. We all know what happens next but she doesn’t. She still believes that she’s making choices, when people are simply coming in and out of her life, pointing her in one direction or another. That’s what happens to all of us, I think, but we’re too close to see it.
It was an eye-opening experience to see all of that. We can’t know what Pollock would have been without her but it seems likely that he wouldn’t have been nearly as famous, or even well known, not without her. His life played out the way it should have too. All of our lives do, even if we will never really be able to see it. Everyone we meet, everything that happens to us, is there for a reason, no matter how unimportant those people or things may seem. Are our lives predetermined or is there a Plan “A” and “B”? Or are the things that happen to us simply random.
Krasner was a rebel. A strong woman who knew how to fight for what she wanted. She made Pollock, sold him, and his art to everyone, because she believed in him. She was the better artist, in my opinion. She carried him.
Anyway, I learned something about how our lives play out. Interesting. Amazing, actually, how no matter where she was, the right person was there, for whatever reason s/he was needed for. She, of course, was in their lives to effect them as well.