The Beauty of Imperfection

When I was seventeen, my parents took me to New York for my first interview with Juilliard. While we were there, we visited the Museum of Modern Art. I wandered, a bored teenager, disinterested in the art I saw on the walls. Until I saw “One Number 31.”

I knew nothing about Jackson Pollock, but the moment I saw that painting, I realized I was in the presence of something remarkable. I froze, staring. There was a…

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Erin Nanasi

Erin Nanasi

Writer, misanthrope, lover of words, hugger of trees.