https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2026/10/26/the-secret-history-of-lee-krasner-and-jackson-pollock?_sp=841631a4-3ccd-4855-9766-fa8f36723d82.1792029586164.c72dce7a-e95f-4aa3-897e-895f9a92fc18


The provocation of Pollock’s work was so accessible, so instantly recognizable, that it’s easy to forget why the drip paintings weren’t just controversial but a referendum on the state of art, the nation, and the modern soul. Interpretations ran the gamut.

“The Deep” I instinctively like …

Unlike Pollock, who tended to settle into a style, Krasner stayed restless.

After all, they were painters in love. They poured themselves into each other, and the show makes it impossible to think of them apart.