Interesting. When I was a kid, I went to a predominantly black school and I keep picturing my African-American arts instructor. She would teach us about Vincent van Gogh or Grant Wood, and let us make whatever version of it we wanted to. My parents still have my very ugly version of “American Gothic” in their basement. Somehow even when I was learning about white artists, a black woman teaching it to me made all the difference in even what I created. Then again, I was also at a school where we read Malcolm X’s autobiography and saw the flick in sixth grade, so I was surrounded by black excellence. When I got to college and took an art class, I was bored out of my damn mind. It showed absolutely no love to black art/artists.
I’ve been painting ceramics for more than a decade? Black art every damn where, including a huge poster above me while I type this.