It's comforting just to know that this piece is a permanent fixture at the SF Moma and visiting it is one of my favorite things to do on the planet. My classmate had a funny store about someone she butt heads with last semester because one liked Jackson Pollack and the other Mark Rothko. Maybe there are two kinds of people in this world. A Pollack or a Rothko. But maybe it's like comparing apples and oranges, or Gene Kelley and Fred Astaire....there is no comparison.
