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Panel Discussion: Black Artists and the Abstract Idiom


Installation view of Joe Overstreet: Innovation of Flight, Paintings 1967-72 at Eric Firestone Gallery


The current exhibition at Eric Firestone Gallery, “Joe Overstreet: Innovation of Flight, Paintings 1967-72” provides a context for examining crucial issues around African American artists and histories of abstraction. 
How can abstraction embody experience and identity? 
Does the art world make demands of artists of color, in terms of content, that it does not make of other artists? 
How does Overstreet’s work address these questions? 

These topics will be under discussion in a conversation moderated by LaRonn P. Brooks, with panelists Horace Brockington, Nanette Carter, Lisa Corinne Davis and James Little.

Friday April 20, 6:30 - 8:00 PM

Eric Firestone Gallery
4 Great Jones Street #4
New York, NY 10012

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