One last throwback to my first year…a story from my childhood about how art affected my views of race and culture.
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a few months now, and I felt today was the day, for Dr. King. This is the story of how a painting changed the way I think about the world, and how art can shape the mindset of a child.
This past November, I had a print re-framed and hung it in the living room of my new house. I had it done by McKay Bricker in Kent, and they did a beautiful job:
This print was given to me by the artist, Arthur Rayford, when I was maybe 7 years old. I had tagged along with my mother, a reporter for the local paper, as she went to interview him. Mr. Rayford was a staple of the art scene in DeLand, Florida, my hometown, for many years; you can see some of his other works here…
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