Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Sometimes I remember
my grandfather’s house
A garden with tiger lilies,
my grandmother
Waving a white apron to
passing trains
On that trestle across the
clay road.

from "Sometimes," a poem by Bearden

this great artist was an astonishing everyman. in his off time, he played baseball in the negro leagues. otherwise, he was writing, exploring collage, working w/printmaking, wrote jazz standards, & probably cooked great calahoo. the number of great black artists in this country is huge & most are still unknown. how can we ignore a man who appreciated a truly funky fly butt & gave it to us unadorned.

check out these sites for a more complete presentation of this great artist's work. another one.

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