Well, you know which name jumped out at me – so on March 21, I began a multi-day special series of posts related to the exhibit “from the point of view of a Dickinson enthusiast.” I’m sure there is more I could explore and cover (there always is), but for now, I’ll conclude with this post by tying up a few loose ends, sharing a few other poems and articles, and offering a few final thoughts.
TABLE OF CONTENTS FOR WHAT'S BELOW:
1. POEMS BY DICKINSON WHICH PROVIDED THE TITLES FOR THE POSTS
2. OTHER SHERALD PAINTINGS WITH TITLES INSPIRED BY LITERATURE OR POETRY
3. A FEW INTERESTING ARTICLES RE: AMY SHERALD
4. CONCLUDING WORDS BY SHERALD & DICKINSON
The title for the initial post on March 21 (HERE), “A Theme Stubborn as Sublime” – referencing the name of the exhibit, “American Sublime” – comes from line 6 of Dickinson’s poem “Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder.”
The title for the second post, “Testing Our Horizons” (HERE) – about Sherald’s “Ecclesia (The Meeting of Inheritance and Horizons)” – plays on the opening line of Dickinson’s “These tested Our Horizon.” The poem appears at the bottom of the post. The title for the third post, “Then to the Royal Clouds” (HERE) – about Sherald’s painting “Kingdom” – also comes from a poem included in the post, “The nearest dream recedes – unrealized.” However, this is not the case in the fourth post from March 24, “Silence is all we dread” (HERE) – about the paintings “Trans Forming Liberty” and “For Love, and for Country.” That title comes from the opening line from this work by Dickinson:
In the post dated March 29, I shared “Yesterday is History,” the poem which provided the title, “Yesterday is Poetry”(HERE) – all about the painting “If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.” That is also the case for the post dated March 31, entitled “What Mystery Pervades” (HERE) – focusing on two different paintings. The poem, “What mystery pervades a well” shows as a “Bonus Poem” at the bottom of the post.
I quoted Aaron Robertson's article "Amy Sherald’s Sacred MonumentsBlack portraiture in an iconoclastic age" for Commonweal Magazine (July 2025) in yesterday's post, but I don't believe I linked to the article. The fulll piece is HERE. It is definitely worth a read!
I also enjoyed Forbes magazines' "Artist Amy Sherald Delivers ‘The Great American Fact" (HERE) by Tom Teicholz, a "former contributor" to the magazine and -- in his words, "a culture maven and arts enthusiast."
Here's a bit from the piece:
All the figures in Sherald’s work are Black which would be unremarkable if the appearance of Black figures in portraiture and art history were unremarkable. But it is not, and so Sherald’s work is, in part, not so much a corrective as way of opening our eyes (and that of art history’s) to the images, subjects, and persons who have always been there – if not represented often enough.
In this regard, Sherald is no more painting Black people than other painters were painting white people. She is painting the people she sees, much the same way as Alex Katz was painting the persons he came across. In fact, to render Black skin tones, Sherald uses grisaille, a method of using gray monochromes, historically used to render or imitate sculpture.
My point, however clumsily made, is that Sherald is not make paintings about Blackness or Black history so much as she is capturing those normal moments that are in no way race-based; in which Black people exist but in which they are rarely seen as present.
One line that jumped out at me was this -- and I suspect you can guess why:
| AS: I don’t think I would be here talking to you if I had moved to New York (from Baltimore). I think a lot of the opportunities that came my way came because I was in a smaller city. I used to try to go to New York for every single opening, thinking that’s how I was going to make more connections. There was this one time at an opening when I saw that they had this hidden door camouflaged within a wall that I saw someone walk into. That’s where all the people that I needed to be talking to were, but I’m just out here scouring the place for nobody, and I’m a nobody, too. |
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