Category Archives: Art, Black Men, African American, Artist

1001 Black Men–#191

There are a couple of stories behind this drawing. The first is something of an admission. This drawing was not made recently, nor does it does it depict people I’ve seen around the Bay Area. I actually made this drawing in September of 2000, while I was on a research trip to Harlem’s Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture. On that particular trip to New York, I stayed at the Millenium Hilton Hotel, directly across the street from the World Trade Center. From my window I had a perfect view of the twin towers, and on each of my three mornings there, I would lay in bed for a while, staring at the silver-gray towers against the bright blue sky.

Imagine my shock when, just 12 months later, the towers were gone and the Miillenium Hilton was so severely damaged by the collapse of the World Trade Center towers that it was rendered uninhabitable.

The other story behind this drawing is the theme. I’ve always been interested in the relationship between today’s incarcerated men and women of African descent and the history of anti-Black racism and oppression in the U.S. Over the last 10 or so years I have done any number of drawings depicting incarcerated Black men whose numerical identification tags indicate a specific year linked to a specific incident in African American history. This is one of the first of these drawings, which I created in my hotel room while waiting for a friend to meet me for lunch. For the purposes of this blog post, I have replaced the years that used to be on the ID tags with the name of the blog and the number of the drawing (8-Rock/191).

I’ll return to my more current drawings tomorrow. In the interim, I hope you’ll enjoy this moment of nostalgia for the world before 9/11/2001.

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1001 Black Men–#188

Several times a week I drive past Fremont High School, and occasionally I drive by during the noon hour. Lunchtime at the high school means clusters of kids laughing and dancing and joking around in couples and groups, up and down Foothill. Usually I see them darting in and out of the convenient stores and lining up at the taco trucks and food stands. But on Friday I saw two guys preparing to mix it up on the corner, a couple of blocks from the school. I don’t know if they actually got into a brawl, but their body language suggested conflict and agression. I hope that cooler heads prevailed.

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1001 Black Men–#186

Spotted at Starbucks off the Dutton/Estudillo exit on 580. Since the drawing is based on a man I saw at a coffee shop, I’m using the texture of a coffee bean sack as the background; and since the Starbucks logo is green and white, I decided to play with different shades of a green from a similar color family. For the record, I am neither a Starbucks fan nor a detractor, though I am always seeking new tips on good cafes with wi-fi and lots of plugs. If you know of any in Oakland, Alameda, or San Leandro, shoot me an email at 8-Rock.com.

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1001 Black Men–#184

This week I’ve been thinking about how little someone’s expression can tell us about what a person is thinking. This drawing, for example, depicts a very tired looking man I noticed in the line ahead of me at Best Buy in Emeryville. Why I first saw him, I immediately wondered what or who had exhausted him so. When I started working on this drawing, though, I was remembered how rarely people are able to interpret my thoughts based on my facial expressions. This drawing is an acknowledgement of and a meditation on what is often a great divide between one’s self-presentation and his or her feelings and thoughts.

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1001 Black Men–#183

If you’ve had the occasion to get off highway 280 at Ocean Ave in the last couple days, then you know that traffic along that stretch is a complete mess. The right northbound lane is blocked by construction at several key points, and it’s slow going almost all the way to Junipero Serra. I saw the father and son in this drawing standing patiently at the corner of Ocean Avenue and San Benito Way. Yesterday was a beautiful day, and I had the feeling that these men, and many of the other pedestrians walking along that stretch of road, felt a little bit sorry for us drivers, inching along in that bumper-to-bumper congestion. Indeed, they had every reason to pity us. It would have been infinitely more pleasant and probably a little bit faster to be on foot, at least for those blocks between the exit off 280 and the big intersection at Ocean and 19th.

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