When I started collecting African American art, the first piece I bought was a signed and numbered print by a Washington, DC, artist named John Anderson. I didn’t know much about who to collect and what…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
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When I started collecting African American art, the first piece I bought was a signed and numbered print by a Washington, DC, artist named John Anderson. I didn’t know much about who to collect and what…
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…
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I wish I could draw and paint. I wish I could look at a landscape or a face or into my imagination, and let the images flow through my fingers onto a canvas. And people…
I drove to New York yesterday for the Swann Auction Galleries’ sale of African American fine art with my art-auction buddy Kristin. I hadn’t planned to go to this one, but there were some pieces I…
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I dropped by an art auction last weekend sponsored by one of Philadelphia’s oldest African American art galleries. A friend told me about it; it was only about 15 minutes from where I lived, so I…
By Kristin E. Holmes On any vacation road trip, you expect your fair share of restaurant potholes, but on a recent 10-day drive through New England, the food was pretty delish. It helped that longtime…
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I listened as the owner of the booth told a customer about his radio show and how he could guess a caller’s collectible or antique item without seeing it. I found the notion unbelievable, and…
Posted in Art, Black history, Culture, and travel
I was a bit giddy on this crisp Sunday morning, the air more fall than summer, as my travel buddy and I walked down a hill toward a restaurant on our first day in Portland, ME.…
Posted in Art, collectibles, Figurines, and Halloween
We had taken a wrong turn out of Kennebunkport after watching black-clothed surfers riding and flipping on small tidal waves. They looked liked tiny seals against miles and miles of the ocean blue Atlantic behind…
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