Asking for a Blessing

By Courtney Jolliff

In May on the 15th, I noticed a homeless man downtown painting and I knew what to say to him when I saw him out painting for his next meal. 

I told him this: Two years ago I was homeless as well, creating for my next dollar. I told him who noticed my talent, took me in, and believed in me. I told him who discovered me in the magical tunnel and has changed my life since. I told him two years later, my paintings sell for $1k instead of the $25 I was asking for. I told him all my paintings burnt down a few days ago, and I told him there was one thing the fire didn’t burn: my $1k signature worth, my faith in myself, and my trust in life. 

I had just finished buying supplies that morning for an art show from the comfort of a couch using a phone. Something I couldn’t do not too long ago. I remember buying those dollar store art supplies to make art to post on Instagram to try and make money for my next hotel stay. I remember my granny telling me that God will disguise himself as the beggar or homeless or the sick and ask you for a blessing. I remember where I came from, so I see clearly where I’m heading. 

At the show someone really touched by my art struck up a conversation and in their conversing they revealed they’re currently a homeless artist living out of their car. I woke up the next day so compelled that I sent a $20 donation along with a testimonial message. I realize my art and story are important as well in helping people. I’ve only got here by people helping me. 

Grandma Chicago was notoriously known for giving out golden dollar coins or dollar bills to the homeless and the needy. Or just because, lol. So yesterday, to thank the ancestors for life and Hyde Park, I took roses to where my grandma Chicago is displayed along with $15 dollar bills. 

I rolled them up and showed her my new hood trophy, “Cartier glasseS,” a staple in Detroit culture that signifies “You’ve made it through the struggle.” I also informed her of the fire and the two dogs who died and how I lost everything. 

I told my granny please get your baby $5,000 by June 1st. I just want to own my closest and dresser. I’ve lived out of garbage bags now for so many years. I hope my giving inspires you all to donate today or purchase my art to help me out. 

Check out new (post-fire) work from Courtney by clicking here.