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Barkley L. Hendricks, Self Portrait with Red Sweater, 1980, digital c-print
 Barkley L. Hendricks, Lawdy Mama, 1969. Oil on canvas, 53 3/4 x 36 1/4 inches.Collection the Studio Museum in Harlem, New York. Gift of Stuart Liebman, in memory of Joseph B. Liebman.
Barkley L. Hendricks,“Blood (Donald Formey)” (detail), 1975. Oil and acrylic on cotton canvas, 72 x 50 ½ inches.Collection of Dr. Kenneth Montague/The Wedge Collection.

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Barkley L. Hendricks’ Heart Hands Eyes Mind is on view at Jack Shainman Gallery February 28- April 6, 2013 (opening reception is from 6-8pm on 3/28). The exhibit will include the paintings Hendricks has become most known for (his portraits), as well as landscape paintings and photographs (most of which have never been exhibited before).  Hendrick’s paintings are a direct engagement with art history, the tradition of portraiture and a confrontation of institutional portrayal of the black subject. Hendricks has always worked between the realms of photography and painting, having studied with Walker Evans at Yale. He was introduced early on to portraiture through the perspective of the camera’s lens. More HERE.

PS. One of my favorite pieces by Hendricks is Lawdy Mama (Featured Above). Listen to Thelma Golden, Director & Chief Curator of the Studio Museum in Harlem as she gives a brief history of the painting (Lawdy Mama is part of the museum’s collection).

 

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When did we lose ourselves?

it’s been so long since we’ve seen a real reflection of ourselves. we hunt for the right clothes, the right look, the right music, the right crowd.

but for some reason never the right us. the best us.

but when was the last time we really looked at ourselves? inhaled the sweat of our hard work. heard the thump and beat of our hearts and desires.

daydreamed about our hopes and wishes. closed our eyes and whispered a secret to our imaginary friend: our true self.

when did we lose ourselves so completely that we could not discern ourselves from the others around us? we glance and search and never find. 

ourselves, often, shattered on the wayside.

lenses out of focus. looking at reflections refracted by bad lighting and a misty morning fog. is that us? or just what we could be? could have been?

today. on valentine’s day. take the time to show yourself some love. relive a moment where you were your freest self. love that you. the you that laughed with reckless abandon and crazed volumes. stand in the sunshine. let a breeze pick up and carry away your worries as you scream them to the wind. kick off your shoes. eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

today. find yourself. find yourself in a place of happiness. love the you that you find once you stop feeling lost.

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