Every now and then, someTHING; someONE moves into my life that makes me feel that I must surely have lived much of my life in a semi-conscious state, eyes hooded and a barrel over my head. What else could account for my having overlooked the art of Romare Beardon? Was it because I was too Eurocentric, perhaps? (An easy thing to be).
A predisposition to think that the art of The Harlem Renaissance would not have that much to say to little old, oh- so- Caucasian Canadian me?
Well, whatever the reason, I now strongly repent, and am filled with a determination to seek out his work wherever I can, and – rest assured; I’ll share it with you.