07/30/2026
I did a live painting at Quail Ridge yesterday for their follies.
When I finished I got to tell the story of Jackson Po***cks famous drip paintings.
When I make these Baggage paintings, full of drips and spills and splashed paint, I'm reminded of Jackson Po***ck.
People called it ugly.
They said it wasn't art.
Some were in disgust.
But he threw his soul into them and brought them to life.
People started to see the beauty.
They began to notice little intricacies.
Some saw the dance that was forever written within the movement of his art and felt the emotions of the story he was telling in each pour.
By the time people appreciated his technique, they spent millions to have a piece of his work...because they finally saw the value.
So many of us let other people look on and call our canvas of life a shame.
They say we are broken.
Some think we need to be fixed and our scars covered.
And MOST of the time, the critic who is the most harsh comes from within.
But our value is not lost because of the spills.
Our future is not determined by the drips.
Someone looked at our splotchy canvas,
signed His name, and deemed us worthy.
Unlike any other in ALL of creation.
The MOST valuable.
The Masterpiece.
