I never get invited to the good parties

From my daily Calendar: 

Jackson busy at what he did best

1942, Peggy Guggenheim offered to support Jackson Pollock while he painted exclusively for her gallery and completed a mural for her apartment.  When his first show opened a year later, it attracted significant attention.  But he still had to complete the mural.  At nightfall the day before the deadline, Pollock started painting and worked for fifteen hours straight.  As soon as the paint was dry, he rolled up the canvas and hauled it to Guggenheim’s apartment, where he realized in horror that it was too long!  Guggenheim sent Marcel Duchamp to help.  Duchamp calmly suggested they cut eight inches from the painting.  By then Pollock had found Guggenheim’s liquor stash, so the canvas was trimmed at one end and tacked to the wall.  The artist then stormed into the middle of Peggy’s party, staggered to the marble fireplace, unzipped his pants, and urinated. 

This is the mural from Guggenheim’s apartment.  Can you see Jackson’s name in side the design?  Maybe it was in the eight inches Duchamp cut off.