Jackson Pollock is alive and well…

…and he’s a housepainter nearby. Just seen this chap from my studio window. He’s decorating a house a few doors down and, in common with many professional house painters ( or so it seems to me ) they have an ability to cover themselves in paint.

This one took the biscuit. His trousers were at a low ebb and were barely hanging on, but then perhaps the dried paint was keeping them up. There was enough paint on his clothes to decorate a small room, he was quite thin.