Scrap Book 19

This is a picture of the floor in the hallway of Dorch, 1st left.  The trail of dried blue liquid actually extends all the way down the hall in front of me, and all the way down the hall and all the way up the stairs behind me.  I am not sure what the liquid is, or was, but it reminded me of the paintings I saw of Jackson Pollock's during the museum visit.  The blue is actually a lot easier to see when present in the hallway.  But the trail is very wandering, even down the narrow hallway, it weaves around, sometimes little drips and sometimes bigger ones and sometimes huge splashes like the one in the foreground.  However, even as it winds and weaves, it remains on the white tiles, never touching the blue border tiles.  This seemed very artistic to me, in the simplicity of the materials, how the growing and shrinking drops seemed to imply a narrative, the length of the trail, and the way it remained on the white tiles.  And even though the trail was certainly man-made, this does not inherently imply any intention or design behind it.  I must assume that whatever substance was dripping on the floor was not dripped and wasted on purpose.  If the drips were in fact intentional, then I would definitely consider them to be art, again, in the way of Jackson Pollock.  However, until that intention is known to me, I must believe that the drips were an accident, which would not be art.