I often create portraits that contain challenging subject matter, and yet, you can’t always see it in the expressions on the faces of the people I’m depicting. I’m drawn to this in part because one of the things that interests me most in life is that part of us which is indestructible. I search for it in the faces of people who have suffered greatly, and even in the faces of people who have caused suffering. There is a way of looking, at the world, and at people which is a form of searching. It’s a belief that we magnify what we search for. That by seeking out and depicting the indestructible spark inside the faces of those who have, at times, come through more than any one should, we magnify it’s magnificence in the world. And in us.
In celebration of hard work.
Paste up, Brooklyn, 2012 photo by
Paste up, cut paper and linoleum block print, Cincinnati, 2004
Happy holidays from deep in the family archives part two! Here's my dad, at a time when having this much hair meant you were a wild man, a danger to society, a hippy, and a freak. (Which descriptions he managed to live up to, come to think of it!). This is also the man who named me Caledonia Dance Curry, and the picture that explains it all.....So here's more deep down old school love to you and yours this holiday season, and an extra send up to the ones who are no longer with us, we celebrate them too.✨⚡️🔥🌞🔥⚡️✨
Happy holidays from deep in the family archive! I recently told a story about how I realized that the wooden hair comb I designed for the Konbit Shelter project was kind of an homage to my mother's hair pick -- we are and have always been a curly headed bunch. Then I found this old favorite family photo while visiting for the holidays and it got too many smiles, so I had to share. Here's my mom and her brother ruling the 70's like nobody's business, and with this deep, old school family love, I wish a good season to you and yours. And to the ones who are not with us, rest their souls, we celebrate them too! 🌟🌟🔥⚡️💖⚡️🔥🌟🌟