When I turned the last page in the A4 pad I had been painting in, I sat with a burning feeling of wanting to paint on a bigger canvas. As I brought home these canvasses I experienced an intense rush and I literally painted my heart out. I think of these paintings as my Jackson Pollock period because everyone talks about the resemblance between our work, even though at the time I had only the briefest notion of who he was. Once I discovered his work, I forced myself to not paint like that/someone else (ego!) and that was the end of my Jackson Pollock period.