It’s always wonderful to stumble upon paintings by artists whose names I know. So many have produced so much great works that it’s sometimes impossible to see it all. I was at the USArtists American…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
It’s always wonderful to stumble upon paintings by artists whose names I know. So many have produced so much great works that it’s sometimes impossible to see it all. I was at the USArtists American…
As soon as I saw the painting propped against a wall at the auction house, that infamous opening line from many a bad novel immediately seized me: “It was a dark and stormy night.” This…
The woman walked determinedly toward the wall of prints that ArtLady Sandra had hung on a metal rack. A gallery owner, Sandra was selling African American art from her inventory in a parking lot near her shop…
As soon as I saw the metal token on the auction house website, I recognized it. It held an image of a woman on one knee, her hands chained and raised heavenward, asking for a freedom that was…
Don’t buy that photo, the man said jokingly over my shoulder. He was referring to a lovely and loving picture of three little African girls walking down a road towards us, all tight like best friends…
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The engraving was an obvious mess. It had dark water stains in the upper left corner and at the bottom. The sides were nicked and a dark line cut right through the center. The paper…
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The round stick on the table had a bizarre look about it. It was about 18″ to 20″ long, tapered like a cane or walking stick but too short to be either. The head had sharp projections jutting from it…
I don’t know how I missed the poster. It was propped up right smack in front of me against the wall but I was looking down, enamored with the vintage model Chevys, Fords, Thunderbirds and Cadillacs.…
When I first saw the small tablet-size sculptures on the table, they reminded me of the paper packets that gardeners stick in the ground to help them remember what they planted. These pieces seemed to have…
The wooden sculpture was taller than me, and thicker. The wood was dark, heavy, rough to the touch. It stood in a corner just beyond a wide door that led to another room in the…