Jackson pollock was a very famous american painter. He also was a new yorker who loved art. It was obvious that his passion was to flick, splatter, and create a chaotic mess on his sheet of paper. Not only it was a chaotic mess but it was an undefinable pecaie of art.
Like Jackson pollock my teacher wanted my class and I to copy his dign. So we ran outside like a bush of animals, wild, young and free.
Splattering the watery eky paint, I used my imagination to peak through the picture I had just created.
An old sweaking tree perparing for its worestest nightmare was just what I was imaging.
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