Jackson Pollock has always been a peripheral artist to me. Somehow, his work never caught my eye in an interesting way. I came across one of his earlier paintings, Fathom Five, and decided to spend a minute looking at it. It really is a remarkable image. As the paint moves over the canvas, Pollock draws smaller and smaller details onto the large sweeps of his broom handle. As I looked at it, I recognized the place he had painted. When I go to sleep, and rub my eyes, the sparkle and darkness that I see on my closed eyelids is what’s depicted on the canvas. I find myself searching the darkness of that moment, trying to recognize faces or shapes in the dim glow. Like the negative to watching clouds, I can see all kinds of things just before sleep overtakes me. It’s a daydream within a daydream, because it’s not the regular way I fall asleep. Pollock captured that moment in living detail.