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Richard Lonsdale Brown, Class of 1910

Richard Lonsdale Brown 1910

In January, I posted the story of an African American artist named Richard Lonsdale Brown (1892-1917). Recently I came across new information that inspired me to revisit his life.  Raised in West Virginia, he traveled to New York City where his talent was recognized. He was featured in the New York Times.  As was often the case for young fine artists, supporters hoped he’d continue his artistic studies in Paris. The trip would never take place. Brown died at the age of 26. Few of his watercolor or oil paintings survive today but he may have left an unexpected legacy in the impact he made upon W. E. B. Du Bois.

W. E. B. Du Bois

W. E. B. Du Bois 1868-1963

The two men would meet shortly after Brown graduated from West Virginia Collegiate Institute, earlier known as the West Virginia Colored Institute. There “In connection with his academic studies he took painting as a trade, under the late George Collins of South America, who was quite an artist. In addition to house painting and interior decoration, the boy showed wonderful aptitude for artistic painting, and was encouraged to paint the hills and scenery along the Great Kanawha River near the institution.” (1)

Brown would eventually make his way to New York City where he would share his portfolio with artist George De Forest Brush. Brown would later share in an interview that he remembered walking up and down Fifth Avenue trying to sell his pictures to galleries to pay for food and rent. He was about to give in to despair when …

Mourning her Brave by George de Forest Brush, 1883

Mourning her Brave by George de Forest Brush, 1883

Brown found the artist’s studio and knocked at his door. Brush answered. He listened and then he reviewed the modest portfolio. An internationally renowned artist, Brush recognized the young man’s talent and invited him to study for a summer in Keene, New Hampshire.  Afterward he studied at the American Academy of Design.  Through Brush, Brown’s work would catch the attention of the founders of the newly formed National Association for Colored People (NAACP), including W. E. B. Du Bois and Mary Ovington. He became their protege.

On January 1912, his artwork was exhibited during the first annual meeting of the NAACP, and would be exhibited during future annual meetings as well.  In March, with Ovington’s aid, his work was exhibited in a NYC gallery. The press was spectacular. The turnout was great. Brown’s works were purchased by collectors from around the world.  Later in the year, his artwork would grace at least two covers of The Crisis, the national magazine published by the NAACP.

In 1913, he would turn his attention from painting landscapes to design and decoration as he worked with Du Bois to execute The Star of Egypt.  In 1911, Du Bois had written The Star of Egypt, a historical pageant presenting the history of African Americans over time. Brown would serve as set decorator, along with Lenwood Morris. He would travel with Du Bois as they met with both blacks and whites in an effort to raise funds. An elaborate production involving casts of thousands, it was well-received though struggled with financing. The pageant would be staged in three cities during Brown’s life, New York in 1913, Washington, DC in 1915, and Philadelphia in 1916.

December 1915 Cover by Richard L. Brown

December 1915 Cover by Richard L. Brown

His time in the northeast studying art, his work with W. E. B. Du Bois, the changing landscape of America and a world that was on the brink of war, all of these things were influencing Brown’s artistic aspirations. In a 1913 interview about his art, he tentatively but determinedly brings up the question of race.

A few years later he would confide in Mary Ovington about his changing perspective. She shares in her memoir:

That trip South she refers to would take Richard Brown to his parent’s home in Muskogee, Oklahoma.  The year was 1917.  On his World War I draft registration card, completed in Muskogee in June,  he notes his occupation as artist and his race as African. He died of pneumonia in September of that year.

While it is unclear why Brown returned to his parents, it is clear from subsequent editorials by W. E. B. Du Bois in The Crisis that Brown, like many black artists in that time, was not making a living as an artist. Always a proponent for nurturing art within the black community, Du Bois took pride in showcasing the talent of young artists like Richard Brown. As he refers to Brown in editorials over the next few years it is with an underlying note of frustration if not outright anger at the loss of this young man’s talent from the world. Those feelings are directed at the white community and at the black community for not financially supporting the creativity within its midst.

An obituary for Brown in the January 1918 issue of The Crisis states “he started on a trip to see what beauty he might find in the South. … Some of us, perhaps all of us, are to blame that Richard Brown was not given a better chance to develop a gift which some of the greatest artists called wonderful.

In a May 1922 editorial in The Crisis titled Art for Nothing, Du Bois writes:

There is a deep feeling among many people and particularly among colored people that Art should not be paid for. The feeling is based on an ancient and fine idea of human Freedom in the quest of Beauty and on a dream that the artist rises and should rise above paltry considerations of dollars and food. At the same time everybody knows that artists must live if their art is to live. Everybody knows that if the people who enjoy the artist’s work do not pay for it, somebody else must or his work cannot go on. Despite this practical, obvious fact, we are united with singular unity to starve colored artists.

He proceeds to list a series of living artists from Meta Warrick Fuller to William A. Scott all struggling to make a living but he concludes the list with his lost protege, “Richard Brown died of privation while yet a boy.

In another essay about art, in October 1926, he says, “There was Richard Brown. If he had been white he would have been alive today instead of dead of neglect. Many helped him when he asked but he was not the kind of boy that always asks. He was simply one who made colors sing.

Landscape by Richard Lonsdale Brown

Landscape by Richard Lonsdale Brown

In 1928, Mary Brown, Richard Brown’s mother, wrote to Du Bois. She had a dozen of his paintings and sought his aid in selling them in New York. With the money raised she hoped to create a monument for her son. They were all unframed, she said, and encouraged him to deduct the expense of framing from the sell of the paintings and also to deduct a stipend for his time. He took on the task but was unsuccessful. Even with the aid of Mary Beattie Brady of The Harmon Foundation, he could find no one willing to spend more than few dollars per painting. Brady and he agreed that they should not be sold for so little.  In the last letter between Du Bois and Brown’s mother, dated April 1931, Du Bois expresses his regrets and asks if she’d like him to return the paintings or to hold on to them in hopes that the New York scene might improve.

Today Brown’s paintings sell for thousands of dollars.

Sources and Additional Reading

West Virginia Collegiate Institute Monthly, December 1917, p. 3

The Sun Newspaper, October 5, 1913, p. 39

Star of Ethiopia Photograph, The Crisis Magazine, August 2016

Black and White Sat Down Together: The Reminiscences of an NAACP Founder (pp. 75-76)

Letters of W. E. B. Du Bois, UMASS Special Collections – http://credo.library.umass.edu/

W. E. B. Du Bois

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artwork by carol moses

artwork by carol moses

I still have the postcard. Artist Carol Moses gave it to me years ago at a show. A postcard of one of her watercolor prints. White background, dark lines, red circles. An untitled piece, I think, but it didn’t really need a title. For me, it was like a scene that one could fall into and create one’s own story.  I am not a formal student of fine art but her paintings and drawings reminded me of what I’d seen of Joan Miro, and later of Wassily Kandinsky. At a recent exhibit, I heard Carol mention that when she’d learned of Kandinsky and seen his body of work, years after she’d already been producing art, it was like a validation of her work.

artwork by carol moses

artwork by carol moses

It has been my pleasure to interact with Carol at various shows over the years. She is a dynamo. She seems never at rest … until she is making art. No boundaries does she set for herself. She works in watercolor, drawing, printmaking and photography.

artwork by carol moses

artwork by carol moses

linoprint by carol moses

linoprint by carol moses

artwork by carol moses

artwork by carol moses

As a child she was into science and mathematics. Art and its freedom of expression would come later in her life as an adult.  As she produces these striking works, there is no particular intention, no concept in mind.  With a blank piece of paper before her and with brush or pen in hand, “The spigot just opens,” she said. “It is an unconscious thing.”

artwork by carol moses

artwork by carol moses

A private person, Carol is also one of the most giving people I know. She mentors artists of all media at all stages in their path even as she continues to explore and expand upon her artistic career.  If you have the opportunity to view her work firsthand at an exhibit or in a gallery, you’ll notice that most of her works are small. “When I began working, I didn’t have a formal studio. I had a kitchen table. I work small because I am used to being close to my work.”

artwork by carol moses

artwork by carol moses, “appreciatively, after visiting kandinsky”

View more of this artist’s beautiful work at http://carolmoses.com/

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all images courtesy of exhibit curator jeffrey nowlin

Flora+Fauna presents a bold collection of 2D works celebrating the natural world and diverse visual aesthetics. On view July 10-August 7 in the Riverside Gallery at the Cambridge Community Center. Don’t miss the closing reception scheduled for Sunday, August 7th, 3:00-5:00 PM.

 

Contributing artists include:
Aaron Brown * Bradley Chapman * Asher Discala * Will Ferguson * Carol Galayda * Jeffrey Nowlin

 

Learn more about this lovely exhibit and other upcoming Riverside Gallery shows at the Riverside Gallery Facebook page.  Learn more about curator Jeffrey Nowlin at http://jeffreynowlin.weebly.com/

mary’s tomatoes

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No recipes for these. Just pop into the mouth. Yum, yet again. 🙂

black and white

Mushrooms from the local farmer’s market. In the end, they were chopped, sauteed in butter with red onions, and served up on toast. Yum.

Sitting in front of the kitchen window on the windowsill and perhaps being eyed by the fly are the red roses drying nicely orange beneath the summer sun.

fly

If it had been on the inside of the window then I probably would have felt inclined to reach for a swatter and not my camera. But this fellow was on the outside of the kitchen window just hanging out. A green bottle fly I think. I know, I know, flies have bad reputations but I really think this creature is beautiful. In this context. 😉

 

a silent angelic voice

detail from a brass candlestick

roots

It may not look like much but I am rather happy with this pot of basil. It began as a handful of stalks after Steve and his cooking crew had picked a bag of basil clean in preparation for his pesto. There was just something about the branches that called to me that day. I thought the mass would make a great picture and I wanted to keep them upright so I placed them in a glass. And then, of course, I could not help but wonder what would happen if I actually placed water in the glass. I took some photos and then tucked the glass away. Then lo and behold, I peered into the glass one day and what did I see but roots! I let the roots grow and even added a tiny bit of fertilizer and then soil to the water. The roots grew long and strong and new leaves unfurled. Until finally I could plant this … everlasting plant … in a new pot of soil. It’s the little things … 🙂

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an errant moth

It was hot yesterday. All the windows were open so I wasn’t too surprised to discover this moth flying about in the kitchen. It got stuck for awhile, unsure how to depart. It rested low on the wall and by leaning over a radiator and twisting a bit (and carefully) I was able to get this one shot. Not too long after, it arose from the shadows and made its way out into the night.