Natural Blue

THE PROCESS: Inspired by a documentary film made in the 1950s, showing the arguably-talented, abstract-expressionist artist Jackson Pollock at work in his studio creating a ‘drip painting’, I came up with an idea.
Shown below, is a demonstration of ‘How I Write’. This is a ‘LIVE’ event, spread over the forthcoming months. I will write a short, ekphrastic story (a story based on a picture) and update the post each time I add something more. I will continue with editing (I edit all the way, as I go along, right until the end and then some more) and I will show the customary notes I make underneath a developing story, deleting them some time after they become either absorbed into the story – or rejected.
Like a snowflake landed in the palm of your hand, this exercise is a temporary beauty, only. As, when the story is complete, I will clean all this up and it will look like a usual post.
A warning, time traveller: this is just the beginning and may turn out to be a long and winding road. All mistakes and numerous errors are left in, until they are edited out. I live with a medical condition, one that the country’s best doctors have diagnosed as, ‘being stupid’. Therefore, your patience is required.
Now, by ‘LIVE’, I don’t mean I will literally be writing 8 hours per day with time-outs for vaping and half an hour for lunch. No, and anyway, I have a job, rent and bills to pay, cat food to buy. Time is money.
Suggestion: Maybe return after a week each time you visit, to see how far I’ve got. Any questions, such as why am I doing this, please leave a comment. For deeper musings of a philosophical nature, ask someone else.
Of course, Pollock said afterwards that he was deeply unhappy with the documentary film, that by revealing his process in some way’d had a reductive effect – that he had ‘lost’ something.
Anyway… I am not so precious and have less to lose, I would surmise.

Here’s the start of the story:

If you take a jolly good look around – and I mean a rootin’-tootin’ good look around, there aren’t many women in the world with naturally blue hair. Very, very, few, as borne out by the facts. Hair scientists say this rare phenomena occurs as a result of a specific genetic defect caught unawares, buried deep, about halfway down within the spiral structure of our DNA.

Conversely, as a committed appreciator, I say it is a scientific, biological wonder, invoking a sense of much awesomeness. No less, I say, than a heavenly blessing from God’s can’t-leave-it-alone tinkering fingers. Still, to this very day, I can recall in reasonable-to-fair detail, the circumstances in which as a young teen, I saw my very first one.

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