The Art of Marc Chagall - Two pigeons, 1925 Gouache, ink and blue ink on colored paper. Private collection
In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love. - Marc Chagall
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“Lord how I wept when I came upon a land whose people thought that they could make boats sail the stormy ocean between the color of my skin and my humanity.” -Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: Selected Poems From the cover, Toni Morrison writes: “In 1968, a young black man, Henry Dumas, [was shot and killed by a policeman in a Harlem subway station in a case of ‘mistaken identity]. Before that happened, however, he had written some of the most beautiful, moving and profound poetry and fiction that I have ever in my life read. He was thirty-three years old…” How much more would he have written? How much have we all lost by the ongoing killing of black men, young and old? Another of his, from the same book. One of my favorite-ever poems: “Love came to me and said: What do you want of me? Save me I said, Save me. Love knelt down beside me and love said: If you knew the price of coming to you, you would ask nothing but would give.” [Thank you Lauren Christman]
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