Louis Mendes is one of the few authentic photographers around. He built the camera he is holding to develop polaroid film. In this photo, he is showing the curious child, all the many parts of his camera and at the same time, unscrewing the blown out light bulb- which he gave to her for keep sakes.
Louis Mendes taking a photo of my family and I while our friend, Kendra looks on
I’m standing with photographer, Brother Jamel Shabazz after an inspirational photography walk in Brooklyn’s prospect park. It is always moving to see how Brother Shabazz works with so many artist in the community and how he intentionally passes on his craft.
He created a warm and family atmosphere at the walk. Anyone could tell how deeply he cared about the legacy of his craft. After the event, even though it was extremely hot, everyone stayed around to network and support each other. I was extremely tired afterwards but also motivated.
When Terrence was taking this photo, It was a bit funny because Brother Shabazz is like a giant! He surprised me and kneeled down just when Terrence clicked the button.
Casey, Allyson and I at the Brooklyn Museum.
During the early winter, Casey and Allyson and I met up at the Brooklyn Museum to see the exhibit, Soul of a Nation: Art in the Age of Black Power.
When I arrived at the museum, Casey was there waiting for the both of us and had already passed about 20 percent of the exhibition, which was okay since I had already saw the exhibition twice.
My friend is coming to join us.
She said she’s here but she probably is still on her way…you know how that goes.
Yep, I certainly do. We both laughed.
While we waited for Allyson to show, Casey filled me in on different art mediums. Even though I saw the exhibition twice; I had walked past certain work I did not understand. That was the work that excited her.
Like, Noah Purifoy’s work.
I love Noah Purifoy, she said, this medium is not mixed media nor is it statues, its more of ‘assemblages’. It’s one figure made using different types of materials… He collected material after the riots and made assemblages”
Only then, did I look in the case… and the nails and wood meant something.
We viewed his untitled, cased in work. On the top sat a head. Under the head a body of wood and in the wood, nails. A whole slew of nails. The only part of the figure without nails was the circular wooden head (this is as far as I can see). I understood this assemblage as the whole body of pain. The brown body in pain. The brown community in pain and the nails just stay there. Some times the nails are removed and the pain is not so severe anymore but then, they return.
After viewing Noah Purifoy’s work we looked at John Outterbridge and Betty Saar’s work… work that I had passed before.
Outterbridge’s About Martin evoked thoughts about the 1970’s. I thought about King walking the earth and fighting for a people who had been taught to turn the other cheek. He fought with that cheek. The one they had turned for generations. He fought with love and peace. Who would have thought that fighting in this way would bring change? I scanned the Moneta Sleet Jr.’s photo of Coretta that sat in the upper left corner of the open casket.
Betye Saar’s, Liberation of Aunt Jemina, wasn’t too far from Outterbridge’s About Martin. I didn’t know what to think. Is this really an image of liberation? This idea of being liberated…and putting it with an image of a woman with a gun and raised fist suggests to me that liberation has an image. Freedom looks like something. But does freedom look like guns or peaceful protest?
When Allyson arrived we viewed work from more artist. With Hammons we discussed 70’s slang. I had no idea ‘spade’ was a derogatory word.
Of course we discussed Sam Gilliam’s work. His canvas’ were eye catching.
There were some images, I kept my views to myself. I didn’t want to discuss it so much. Viewing One Nation Under God by Timothy Washington, gave me chills. It made me think of the reconstruction era and the time now. Don’t expect much, it seems to be saying. Don’t put your hopes high. Blacks are still waiting for their 40 aces and a mule. I also was moved by Charles White Wanted Poster. The wanted images have grown since then. How much different is this poster from the poster that sits in the office with all the innocent slain black and brown people? 1619- 19? is now changed. 1619- 20?.
I watched and listened as the two artist conversed about the art and gave their honest opinions. They spoke about the art as if they were giving and listening to good gossip. It was that good of a conversation.
My critical eye among Casey and Allyson had a voice and they were interested in what I had to say as well, about what I saw and how I saw it. Listening to them helped me to understand terms I read on the wall (that without my phone meant very little to me).
It also helped that they lived during the 70’s.
After we saw Howardena Pindell’s work, we moved pretty quickly through the hall.
We sat down and over broccoli soup Allyson told me about the art in the Fergus McCaffrey which lead to a conversation about race in Canada and the history of the Underground Rail Road….
- learn more about Nova Scotia (which I found out, my principal’s family is from there)
- look up information on enslaved Africans who were given freedom to travel back to Africa around 1719 or…something
- learn about The Underground railroad that went all the way to Mexico and through the west…because to run all the way North wasn’t that safe for enslave people who lived in the deep south (did not know that one…)
- When I am ready to travel to Chicago tell Allyson so she can hook me up with her friend who lives there