I have an unwelcome habit of introducing awkward, thoughtful questions into the froth of party chat. “Too heavy,” someone will groan, or “Whoa, that’s deep.” They do not mean this as a compliment.
For most of my adult life, I have apologized and slunk to a corner. I…
He had me at the name. Richard J. Powell has written a gorgeous book about Black artists and their use of color, and every page leaps up at you, jolting you into attention.