Even when I’m at the MET to wander aimlessly, I have a small handful of stops that I always make. This Pollock is one of them, for a very small part of the piece. The first time I noticed it years ago, I was sitting on the bench in front of the painting, letting myself stare at and be hypnotized by the controlled chaos of the large canvas. I was admiring how much depth could be felt by the use of only five colors (including the canvas color) when suddenly my gaze drifted across it. I rubbed by eyes thinking that maybe I’d been staring for so long that my eyes were playing tricks on me. But when I got up and walked closer, there it was! A hidden sixth color about the size of the tip of a pinky finger: a single red drip. A hidden gem. I gasped/laughed out loud and couldn’t control the smile on my face, feeling like in some funny way Pollock was smiling back at me through that little dot. Whenever I’m there, I stop to see the red drip. It still makes me smile.