ACTION JACKSON ART ... DRIPPING, DROPPING, FLINGING, POURING, RUBBING, SQUIRTING, AND SLAPPING PAINT ON ANYTHING THAT WON'T FIGHT BACK
That's when I won a Cobb County, Georgia-wide art contest for 6th graders. My love of art was sealed right then and there ... as well as the soul-deep desire to keep making it.
Detail of "MRS. ROMNEY'S CAMPAIGN DRESS"
Contestants were asked to paint something depicting the need for greater ecology. I think it was a world need ... not just in Cobb County.
Anyway, I got a sheet of poster board from Brooks Drugs on Floyd Road and got to painting a huge pipe spewing chicken bones, washing machines, tin cans, milk jugs, cigarette butts, and doo-doo into the Chattahoochee River while a sad-faced haliaeetus leucocephalus (Bald Eagle) flew overhead, watching chicken bones, washing machines, tin cans, milk jugs, cigarette butts, and doo-doo spewing into the Chattahoochee River. His sharp claws were clenched in anger. I don't blame him. I made it look pretty convincing. My awful sisters kept making fun of me.
I won a $5 savings bond.
But the best part was getting out of school for the award ceremony. The hottest sixth grade teacher in the United States of America and all of her territories drove us in her butter cream-colored Cadillac Eldorado to the Piccadilly restaurant on Georgia highway 41 for the presentation. I felt way out of my league. Her leather seats were a butter cream color, too. A color I use today ... in her honor ... for teeth and eyeballs.
Today, somewhere near the fairly clean Chattahoochee River, Action Jackson Art makes abstract, decorative, and funny folk-style art accessible and fun ... with customer service out the watoosie.
As for my old Eldorado-drivin' teacher? No, I didn't grow up and marry her, although I sure did want to. Maybe she was one of the reasons I became a teacher, too.
Okay, you may vomit now.