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| Excerpt from INNER CITY BLUES |
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At first it was hard to understand the hold Betye Saar's
Letters From Home/Wish You Were Here had on me, but it had
haunted me from the moment I first saw it at Uncle Reggie's
gallery. It was as if the artist had made art from the scraps
of my life. The envelope at the top of the collage reminded
me of letters I used to get from my Aunt Winnie, my mother's
sister, and my uncles when I was little. The old photograph
in the middle looked like a picture I had of my father with
his brothers and sisters in Arkansas, and the solitary woman
in the high heels was me, walking along a long, rough road.
And while I was probably reading too much into it, the blue
collage spoke to me of southern roots and the disconnected
loneliness that was peculiar to L.A.
If you would like to read more of INNER CITY BLUES check
it out in the Books
page. If you would like to learn more about Betye Saar's
work, then go to her web
site, see a listing
of her online exhibits, or view information on her CD-ROM. |
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