Yeah Bill, it is sort of Jackson Pollackish!

Especially because in this "piece" my technique was developed from my immediate reaction, which was to simultaneously refrain from the automatic expletive and to instinctively grab the nearby rag and wipe! So it's an intriguing combination of freeform high velocity spattering with a desperate wipe slashing across the middle of the space! I suppose it is in some way an organic interpretation of a man's instinctive response to be in his own small ways, effecting the disordered cosmic chaos that is!

Officially untitled, but I'm certain my wife would find some pleasure in calling it something like " Stupid Man, Angry Wife!"

An because its on the interior wall I guess I should consider myself lucky that it remains a part of my "Private Collection" rather than for my vast public audience's consumption!