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Last reviewed: July 2024

I feel like theres some value to be placed in not being purely driven by ambition

I groaned and threw my comforter over my head

Well, see did you read this in Winchell. In the envelope were three photographs, more or less the same, though taken from different angles: a tall delicate Negro man wearing a calico shirt and with a shy, yet vain smile, displaying in his hands an odd wood sculpture, an elongated carving of a head, a girls, her hair sleek and short as a young mans, her smooth wood eyes too large and tilted in the tapering face, her mouth wide, overdrawn, not unlike clown lips

Art21s early documentation of his practice is especially useful here because it captures a moment when his central concerns were already fully formed: the traffic between memory, commerce, and racial representation