Cy Gavin. Between Heaven and Earth, 2015. Acrylic, oil, chalk on brushed cotton. All images courtesy of Sargent’s Daughters. Photos by Nicholas Knight.
Spittal Pond, Bermuda, 2015. Acrylic, oil, chalk, staples on canvas.
“And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe. It is in the early days of rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little thing, away up in the hills of New England, where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys‘ and girls‘ heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards—ten cents a package—and exchange. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card,—refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others.
Untitled, 2015. Acrylic, oil, ink, blood, diamonds, chalk and mica on brushed linen.
Black, Black, Black is the Color of My True Love’s Hair, 2015. Acrylic, oil, chalk on brushed cotton.
“It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one‘s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one‘s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.”
—W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folks
Emissary, 2015. Acrylic, oil, chalk, staples on canvas.
To Matter, 2015. Acrylic, oil, blood, diamonds, chalk on linen.