ABOUT:

This was never supposed to be seen like this, but it was always written to be.

The Creator of all set this in motion before time began, a mystery hidden in the folds of history—

now stepping out of the shadows into the world at the divine of N:OW.

In The Beginning (The Early 2020’s…):

… I was chosen as one of 100 elite artists from around the globe to interpret a mysterious 1906 pencil sketch believed by some to be a lost work of Pablo Picasso, titled “Christ.” The drawing—enigmatic and unverified—resurfaced unexpectedly at a Los Angeles art auction, carrying a gallery label from the infamous New York dealer Andrew Crispo. Its story was tangled in murder, prison, and deceit—Crispo’s associate had been convicted of a brutal killing and served 25 years at Attica maximum-security prison. The path behind it was dark—
but the sketch shined with haunting beauty.

It was meant to ignite the art world’s first-ever episodic NFT docu-series: Picasso’s 100.

The Project That Never Was… But Still Is: Picasso’s 100 was meant to revolutionize art:

– 100 artists, each interpreting Picasso’s “Christ” sketch

– Every work captured on film—process, thoughts, and story

– Each NFT to include a trailer, a tangible painting, and collector interaction

– A 100-day global release ending in a feature-length documentary and historic exhibitions

– And ultimately, the entire project was to be brought before the Pablo Picasso Foundation for final authentication—marking what would have been the largest global art collaboration ever submitted in connection to Picasso’s name…

– A once-in-history collaboration.

– A movement meant to blend film, fine art, and digital revolution…

…We were told:
“You are the elite.”
“This will change your life.”
“You are chosen.”

We were thinking momentum!
We were promised freedom!

What we received?

Silence.

No calls.

No closure. 

No gallery. 

No film.

Dozens of the world’s top creatives—left in the shadows of a dream that never came to pass.

What was meant to be a revolution became literally nothing.

Like many artists before us, we were forgotten. Unseen. Unheard.

Until now!

Here, in the absence of permission, I found purpose!
I felt a knocking on my heart—one I could not ignore.
Not from man.
Not from memory.
But from the One who gave me breath.

It wasn’t a deadline. It was a calling.
It wasn’t a follow-up. It was a fire within.
And that fire led me straight into the unknown.

That moment never came.
But the intention still stands.
It is becoming what it was always meant to be—
through the grace of God and His perfect will and timing.

Not a campaign.
Not a drop.
But a call.
A call to those who were chosen, to rise and release.
To share their stories.

To finish what was started!

The HeART’s Wilderness:

This project took over a year.

And in that time, I disappeared—
not into bitterness, but into the wild.

I stepped out of the world and into creation itself.

Wearing a handmade white suit, symbolizing both a straitjacket and a blank canvas, I roamed the wilderness. I fasted. I prayed. I listened. I studied. I stayed raw, letting the land and the Lord shape my process. That suit became my palette. The earth became my studio. No distractions. No directors.
Just me, my Creator, and the voice of a forgotten sketch.

My art is now a battle cry—for the 100 voices stifled.
For the truth behind the silence.
For the face behind the drawing.

This is not just my piece.
This is the resurrection of the project itself.

The Art Itself: My Interpretation:

In solitude, I studied Picasso’s transitional year—1906.
A time of change, where his Blue Period faded and the Rose began to bloom. He left Paris for Gósol, sketching nudes and portraits with raw emotional weight. I analyzed Self-Portrait with Palette, Head of a Young Man, Portrait of Fernande—and yes, the disputed Christ, 1906 sketch feels cut from that same hand.

The strokes. The proportions. The subtle smudges. It’s all there I believe!

But, deep down, I believe this project was never just about whether the drawing was real.
For me, it became something deeper:
a question of whether we are.

Do we believe in ourselves enough to see from a different view?
To realize that corporations don’t give us the “right”—
God does.
He offers the ultimate vision,
if we’re willing—and blessed—to see it.

Who are we—artists called to create without applause?
What do we do when the world forgets to open the door?

My answer is simple:
We create anyway.
We lead anyway.
We release anyway.

Why Now? Why Me? Why This Matters:

This is for every artist who stayed up through the night, pouring soul into canvas, filming their journey—only to be met with silence.

This is for those still waiting to be “picked.”

Let this be your reminder:
You don’t need permission.

I don’t believe this project failed.
I believe it was redirected by a higher calling.

N:OW, I release this piece not as a salvage attempt—
but as the first true offering of what the project was always meant to become:

A return to Christ.
A return to the truth.
A return to the Artist who created us all.

He is not just a subject on a canvas.
He is the Author of our breath.

He is the resurrected savior.
He is the one with the ultimate story of art!

A Collector’s Warning:

This piece is not part of a curated drop.
It’s not owned or managed by a corporation.
It isn’t backed by a gallery, a platform, or a panel of approval.
It doesn’t arrive through permission—
it arrives through conviction.

This is the first piece to be released from Picasso’s 100.
And it may very well be the last.

No one can fake this story.
No one can recreate this wilderness.
No one can silence what was born in that stillness.
No one can stop the energy being released into the world through this art.

To see it is to witness resurrection.
To own it is to hold the beginning of a revolution.
Raw.
Holy.
Real.

To the Artists:

If you were part of Picasso’s 100, hear me:

You don’t need “their” permission.
You don’t need “their” PR.
You don’t need to wait another second.

We were not picked by platforms—
we were called by purpose to be vessels of the kingdom.

You have a story to tell!
A voice to raise!
A piece to release!

Let it go!
Let it speak!
Let it shine!

What the world called a failed project was, in truth, the unfolding of a perfect assignment!
A divine release.
A calling.

The time is  N:OW.
This is a resurrection.
This is what happens when the world says no—
But God says GO.

-HH (Logan-Miles Allison)