Bicycles come up pretty often at auction, but I usually ignore them because if I buy one, it’ll go the same route as an exercise bike or treadmill at my place. It will end up…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Bicycles come up pretty often at auction, but I usually ignore them because if I buy one, it’ll go the same route as an exercise bike or treadmill at my place. It will end up…
Posted in collectibles, Crafts, and Figurines
I don’t know why I bought the metal figure of a black male with a cigar in his mouth, one hand in his pocket and the other on his hip. I’m not usually drawn to Black…
The bottle was beautifully shaped – a seated island man, the yellow coloring of his hat and shirt contrasting against his coffee-brown body. I wasn’t sure what he was selling as he sat there on a…
The huge black grand piano sat there like a good-looking man ensnaring me with a glance. My own eyes landed on it as soon as I walked into the furniture room at the auction house.…
Posted in collectibles, and Unusual
As I was making my preview rounds at an auction house, I came across a big wooden basket straddling a ledge on a wooden stand, a metal plunger in its center. It looked like a giant nutcracker. I…
As soon as I saw the wooden box of bones at the auction house, I knew I had to pull it out to take a closer look. On top was what looked like a tibia…
The image appeared only for a fleeting moment. I was concentrating so hard on the photos that flashed on the screen in the Tuskegee Airmen documentary that I had almost missed it. But there he was…
Posted in African American women, Art, and Hair
Sonya Clark is a fiber artist who uses her own hair as her medium. She weaves human hair – black women’s natural hair – onto canvases, the backs of chairs, into jewelry and even mixing it…
Posted in Black history, and Books
The book was half-buried under others in a box at the auction house. I had almost missed it, with its black and faded gold lettering against a very dark background – a senseless combination it…
The jukebox was like a grand old maestro curling its forefinger in a come-hither motion for me to check it out there on a landing outside the auction house. It was a big metal beast,…