A lot has been said about Lee Krasner. While it is true that she was instrumental in her husband Jackson Pollock's career and rise to fame, her own work is as worthy of attention. Her lines move with the jazz like energy of the age. She never stopped exploring and reinventing her approach to image making. I respect Lee's refusal to be defined. As a young painter, Krasner had written words from the poet Arthur Rimbaud on her studio wall that read:
To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast must I adore?
What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break?
What lie must I maintain? In what blood tread?
Jackson & Lee's studio
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