February 25th...Pollock doesn't move her...bad felt tips do move me...

It's raining. I went to the Peggy Guggenhiem Gallery this morning. I was in a room with some of the most important Pollock paintings and I asked the gallery assistant what she thought, she said 'they are good but they don't make me feel, they don't move me'. I thought afterwards that it's really quite simple, what art should do. She knew, It should move people. The big problem is everyone is moved by different things. But, thank heavens for that. It makes the world a richer place. I brought some felt tips that didn't work very well, but I really didn't mind that much, as I tried to squeeze as much colour into my day as I could. I brought some wine for 2 euros in a refundable bottle, it tastes devine. I'm going to buy a R2D2 fabric toy tomorrow. I have come to the conclusion that I don't make art. It makes me.