Black, white, brown, and pale lines spread across a large canvas like weather, music, or tangled branches. No one mark rules. The painting surrounds attention, asking the eye to wander without destination. It feels both wild and strangely balanced.

Enamel on canvas laid on the floor, using poured, dripped, and flung paint in layered rhythms.

The title suggests natural cycles, but the abstraction resists literal landscape. Rhythm becomes the subject.

Made during Pollock’s mature drip period, when American abstraction gained international attention.

The work became a landmark of all-over composition and gestural abstraction.