I liked the sound of Leroy Johnson’s voice before I got to meet him. It was strong, happy, eager to make my acquaintance, as people of his generation might say. I had only learned of…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
I liked the sound of Leroy Johnson’s voice before I got to meet him. It was strong, happy, eager to make my acquaintance, as people of his generation might say. I had only learned of…
Posted in Art
I’ve always liked the sound of Reba Dickerson-Hill’s name. It has a melodious rhythm, like the words to a poem, emoting a power in their connectedness that would be lost if there were only two.…
Benjamin Britt was always a mystery to me. He seemed to be on the periphery of my thoughts, never fully formed, almost an illusion. I would hear his name in snatches, but it was hard…
Roland Ayers was one of those local artists who was a friend and mentor to a few people but was largely unknown to many. For years, he ran the Friends of the Free Library of…
Posted in Art, Black history, and Books
I knew exactly what I was looking for as I flipped through the carts of children’s books lined up in a hallway outside the abandoned school library. I wondered if there were any books with…
Posted in Art, and Ephemera/Paper/Documents
I was rummaging through the loads of documents, photos and other papers I’ve picked up at auction over the years and found a portfolio of four reproduction prints by African American artist Charles White. They…
As I drove down the narrow one-way street tight with cars on both sides, I kept an eye out for artist Dindga McCannon’s house. Look for the purple steps, she had told me after I…
As soon as I saw the woman in the painting, I recognized her. Her portrait had come up for auction some years before with another painting of a black soldier with attitude. I wasn’t able…
The painting showed a lone black man in a pastoral scene emboldened with brilliant tones of caramel colors. I ventured closer to it, eager to find out who had created such a powerful image. I…