Witness to the times

My dear friend Ron Hicks and I were talking today about the death of George Floyd, as we have been for days, and the demonstrations and riots and calls to defund the police and it all suddenly reminded me of the poem HARLEM, by Langston Hughes (1902-1967). You may recall the first line: What happens to a dream deferred? But it’s the final line of that poem that keeps playing through my head: …does it explode?

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When Will They See Us?

…or What We Talk About When We Talk About Black Women Artists

The following interviews were done in conjunction with a show I curated in honor of Black History month. It was an exhibition that had been on my mind for a while. In the art world, the dearth of women artists in museum collections, galleries and major private collections has finally made headlines. The scene is even more bleak for women of color and almost non-existent for Native American women. By calling attention to this issue, change is coming, albeit slowly.