Mr. Bailey’s Basket

Mr. Bailey’s Basket

On a blistering hot day in August 1979, I drove 112 miles on secondary roads across three rural counties in what used to be known as Alabama’s “Black Belt” from my base in Monroeville to a town called Eutaw. There, I rendezvoused with Edna Thomas, a 74-year-old social...
A Sustaining Activity

A Sustaining Activity

This is the painting I mentioned in my previous post. Why make them wait to see it, I asked myself. So here it is. To me the piece looks like a finger-painting a kindergartener might have made, but I was 44, and I applied tempera paint with a brush. Naive though it...