do Restelo

[As quatro possíveis posições – ortogonais, entenda-se – do mesmo fragmento de Sentieri ondulati de 1941 de Jackson Pollock]

My main reason for not liking the dribbles much, except possibly as textile designs, is primitive: They show me no horizon. I can easily do without information in a painting except for one fact, which my nervous system, and maybe the nervous system of all earthbound animals, insists on knowing: where the horizon is. I think of newborn deer, who have to struggle to their feet and maybe start running for their lives almost immediately. The first piece of important information their eyes transmit to their brains, surely, is the location of the horizon. So it is, too, with human beings awakening from sleep or a coma: the first thing they have to know before reasoning is where the horizon is.
As responsible shippers say on packages containing objects which are easily distressed, like the human nervous system:

THIS SIDE UP

[Kurt Vonnegut – Fates Worse Than Death – 1991]