Monday, February 25, 2013

No. 25 BHM Moments

Chester Higgins Jr.
"The Hat"

Google says, "Chester Higgins Jr. is an American photographer.  I like that so-o-o much. I like his work even more. You might like his views of the world, too, if you take a look-see here. Are his subjects perfect or is it his vision? I like this quote. The italics are mine.

"The Visual Journey
I believe that a photograph letter never lies about the photographer letter writer. . . . We all see the world filtered through our own personal life histories. What we know and what we believe influence how we see. Whether we reveal it consciously, we all have a point of view. Our photographs letters "reflect" how we see. Our emotions, our fears, our thoughts, our ideas all . . . reveal our inner feelings about the world.

Some of us pick up a camera knowing what it is we want to say." I don't always know what I intend to say when I pick up pen and paper. Do you? I mean, it is easy to answer directly from a letter, but I always try to add something to the conversation, and it is never planned of rough-drafted first. You know what I mean. When we write to each other we're simply having written conversations. Right? We write about our views and experiences--how we feel . . . Well, I smiled the moment I saw this photo. Did you? 

Paul Robeson (1898-1976)
By Winold Reiss (1886-1953)
Conte crayon and pastel on artist board,
Gift of Lawrence A. Fleischman and Howard Garfinkle with a matching grant from the National Endowment for the Arts
National Portrait Gallery
©Smithsonian Institution
Printed in Korea

This image made me smile too. I liked it before I knew it was done in Conte crayon and pastel, because I like and admire Paul Robeson. He was a man in a human's world. I imagined him cutting his eyes at his children, who might have been a little antsy at having to wait for their father. Then again, maybe he was a girl watcher. My-my-my.

Mr. Reiss' portrait reminds me of Lebron James. I'm not a fan, I'm just saying. I remember when I did not care for Ron Artest either. Excuse me, that's Meta World Peace, but my feelings changed months after he joined the Lakers. 

I'm pretty good at recognizing artists' signatures, but this piece confounded me. Who knew Romare Bearden was into collages . . . Well, I guess he would have been, huh? No matter. This is "Watching the Good Trains Go By," 1964. Collage of printed papers. Private Collection. ©Romare Bearden Foundation. Am willing to bet he never imagined his work on back of postcards. Can you imagine your mail art creations someday being sold and bought by collectors? Or your letters? You better think, think!

Okay. This one's just for giggles. 


  1. I really like the photos by Chester Higgins Jr. They are so crisp and vivid. I love the collage by Romare Bearden too. You know my fascination with collage art.

  2. I am delighted to have the sense to go with my intuition on these choices; especially the collage. I agree with you about Mr. Higgins' art. They pull you right in, and they hold you. That's what great art does.

    I did a truck load of collages when I was in therapy--more than we did in art school. I tend to steer clear of expressing myself that way, for specific reasons. I . . . This is me exposing myself here, but I often see things the artist probably never intended--things that . . . I see it in my own pieces. Here I go again. :) Are you familiar with Mark Rothko's work? The Rothko Chapel is here in Houston.

    Back to Bearden. I just discovered the trains. Sunlight is my friend. The man with his back to the viewer is the saddest thing. Now I wish I had 30 days in this month.

    Thank you, dear Anna.