
Jackson Pollock, as well, drew his inspiration from the sidewalks of our town when he woke up one afternoon in 1947 in the Leland Hotel with a terrific hangover and stumbled down to the Square for coffee where the famous Mansfield crows had just the night before hosted a mass roosting in the trees overhead. As his eyes gradually focused on the pavement under his feet his heart leaped and his destiny incarnated.
