Street Shadows - 1959
Biography
Born Atlantic City, NJ 1917-died Seattle, WA 2000
“If at times my productions do not express the conventionally beautiful, there is always an effort to express the universal beauty of man’s continuous struggle to lift his social position and to add dimension to his spiritual being.” – Jacob Lawrence quoted in Ellen Harkins Wheat, Jacob Lawrence: The Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman Series of 1938-40 (Hampton, Va.: Hampton University Museum; Seattle: in association with University of Washington Press, 1991), n.p.
The most widely acclaimed African American artist of this century, and one of only several whose works are included in standard survey books on American art, Jacob Lawrence has enjoyed a successful career for more than fifty years. Lawrence’s paintings portray the lives and struggles of African Americans, and have found wide audiences due to their abstract, colorful style and universality of subject matter. By the time he was thirty years old, Lawrence had been labeled as the “foremost Negro artist,” and since that time his career has been a series of extraordinary accomplishments. Moreover, Lawrence is one of the few painters of his generation who grew up in a black community, was taught primarily by black artists, and was influenced by black people.
Lawrence was born on September 7, 1917,* in Atlantic City, New Jersey. He was the eldest child of Jacob and Rosa Lee Lawrence. The senior Lawrence worked as a railroad cook and in 1919 moved his family to Easton, Pennsylvania, where he sought work as a coal miner. Lawrence’s parents separated when he was seven, and in 1924 his mother moved her children first to Philadelphia and then to Harlem when Jacob was twelve years old. He enrolled in Public School 89 located at 135th Street and Lenox Avenue, and at the Utopia Children’s Center, a settlement house that provided an after school program in arts and crafts for Harlem children. The center was operated at that time by painter Charles Alston who immediately recognized young Lawrence’stalents.
Shortly after he began attending classes at Utopia Children’s Center, Lawrence developed an interest in drawing simple geometric patterns and making diorama type paintings from corrugated cardboard boxes. Following his graduation from P.S. 89, Lawrence enrolled in Commerce High School on West 65th Street and painted intermittently on his own. As the Depression became more acute, Lawrence’s mother lost her job and the family had to go on welfare. Lawrence dropped out of high school before his junior year to find odd jobs to help support his family. He enrolled in the Civilian Conservation Corps, a New Deal jobs program, and was sent to upstate New York. There he planted trees, drained swamps, and built dams. When Lawrence returned to Harlem he became associated with the Harlem Community Art Center directed by sculptor Augusta Savage, and began painting his earliest Harlem scenes. Lawrence enjoyed playing pool at the Harlem Y.M.C.A., where he met “Professor” Seifert, a black, self styled lecturer and historian who had collected a large library of African and African American literature. Seifert encouraged Lawrence to visit the Schomburg Library in Harlem to read everything he could about African and African American culture. He also invited Lawrence to use his personal library, and to visit the Museum of Modern Art’s exhibition of African art in 1935.
As the Depression continued, circumstances remained financially difficult for Lawrence and his family. Through the persistence of Augusta Savage, Lawrence was assigned to an easel project with the W.P.A., and still under the influence of Seifert, Lawrence became interested in the life of Toussaint L’Ouverture, the black revolutionary and founder of the Republic of Haiti. Lawrence felt that a single painting would not depict L’Ouverture’s numerous achievements, and decided to produce a series of paintings on the general’s life. Lawrence is known primarily for his series of panels on the lives of important African Americans in history and scenes of African American life. His series of paintings include: The Life of Toussaint L’Ouverture, 1937, (forty one panels), The Life of Frederick Douglass, 1938, (forty panels), The Life of Harriet Tubman, 1939, (thirty one panels), The Migration of the Negro,1940–41, (sixty panels), The Life of John Brown, 1941, (twenty two panels), Harlem, 1942, (thirty panels), War, 1946 47, (fourteen panels), The South, 1947, (ten panels), Hospital, 1949-50, (eleven panels), Struggle ?History of the American People, 1953–55, (thirty panels completed, sixty projected).
Lawrence’s best known series is The Migration of the Negro, executed in 1940 and 1941. The panels portray the migration of over a million African Americans from the South to industrial cities in the North between 1910 and 1940. These panels, as well as others by Lawrence, are linked together by descriptive phrases, color, and design. In November 1941 Lawrence’s Migration series was exhibited at the prestigious Downtown Gallery in New York. This show received wide acclaim, and at the age of twenty four Lawrence became the first African American artist to be represented by a downtown “mainstream” gallery. During the same month Fortune magazine published a lengthy article about Lawrence, and illustrated twenty six of the series’ sixty panels. In 1943 the Downtown Gallery exhibited Lawrence’s Harlem series, which was lauded by some critics as being even more successful than the Migration panels.
In 1937 Lawrence obtained a scholarship to the American Artists School in New York. At about the same time, he was also the recipient of a Rosenwald Grant for three consecutive years. In 1943 Lawrence joined the U.S. Coast Guard and was assigned to troop ships that sailed to Italy and India. After his discharge in 1945, Lawrence returned to painting the history of African American people. In the summer of 1947 Lawrence taught at the innovative Black Mountain College in North Carolina at the invitation of painter Josef Albers.
During the late 1940s Lawrence was the most celebrated African American painter in America. Young, gifted, and personable, Lawrence presented the image of the black artist who had truly “arrived”. Lawrence was, however, somewhat overwhelmed by his own success, and deeply concerned that some of his equally talented black artist friends had not achieved a similar success. As a consequence, Lawrence became deeply depressed, and in July 1949 voluntarily entered Hillside Hospital in Queens, New York, to receive treatment. He completed the Hospital series while at Hillside.
Following his discharge from the hospital in 1950, Lawrence resumed painting with renewed enthusiasm. In 1960 he was honored with a retrospective exhibition and monograph prepared by The American Federation of Arts. He also traveled to Africa twice during the 1960s and lived primarily in Nigeria. Lawrence taught for a number of years at the Art Students League in New York, and over the years has also served on the faculties of Brandeis University, the New School for Social Research, California State College at Hayward, the Pratt Institute, and the University of Washington, Seattle, where he is currently Professor Emeritus of Art. In 1974 the Whitney Museum of American Art in New York held a major retrospective of Lawrence’s work that toured nationally, and in December 1983 Lawrence was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters. The most recent retrospective of Lawrence’s paintings was organized by the Seattle Art Museum in 1986, and was accompanied by a major catalogue. Lawrence met his wife Gwendolyn Knight, a fellow artist, when he was a teenager. They were married in 1941, and their close and mutually supportive relationship has been an important factor in Lawrence’s career.
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I feel really worried about my ability to cope and actually function as an adult. Taking care of myself, working, and taking care of my apartment/household stuff. I currently don’t do any of those three. And I am trying not to stress too much about it but work seems like it will just completely take over. I need kind of a lot of time to get myself together tbh. I don’t know, I am very worried about my ability to actually function in the world. Because I need to do all that, plus step my self care up in a big way, manage cooking and stuff, look for other jobs, egh. It’s so much.
I feel tired af about studying, even if I like it and nothing I’ve been doing has helped me relax and unwind lately. Videogames and social interaction are super tiresome right now, not sure what else to do
I followed the advice some awesome trans comrades here gave me about face shaving. I did it a bit slower using barely any force and doing 3 passes, with the grain, across the grain and against the grain. It result in a much better experience and smoother finish. It still hurt a bit doing it, and I still have red spots in my face from yesterday, but I didn’t get cut a single time! I think the blade is getting a bit dull, but I can use it a few more times before I need to change it.
My gf was feeling really down last Sunday morning before she had to go to work so I was a little worried she might be even worse after getting out (she hates her job). She was definitely very drained and initially said she didn’t want to eat anything but came along with me to the shawarma place and decided on getting some food after all. While we were waiting for our food to be done she started making a list out loud of things she needed to get tomorrow at the store and I suggested we go after our food was ready—the store was just a couple blocks away, after all, why not get it done now? So, we get our take out and head over to [store] so she can get what she needs and she thanks me for taking us there. She’s always trying to minimize her needs and not be a burden to others, so her not being uncomfortable doing errands with me feels like she’s opening up to me a little more.
We got back to her place and ate dinner while watching Tokyo Godfathers (she’d never seen it before). She was really into it, I don’t think she’s ever seen a Satoshi Kon film before. Partway through, she asked if it would be okay to fold laundry, to which I responded “of course!” She finished folding right around when the movie ended and she was noticeably less stressed, her expression softer. She’s had it rough for such a long time, she’s always anxious and worried over others but never herself. I’m happy she’s getting more comfortable with taking care of her needs around me. After the movie, we took a shower (non-sexual) together, brushed our teeth, and cuddled in bed before drifting off to sleep. I can’t wait to move in with her in a few months.
Gooseworx posted again a few hours ago and it looks like she’s fine and will seek professional help.

I took my injection today and I am crying over Dolly Parton 😭
misanthropy
the average person deserves to be beaten to death with a tire iron
Girl I love killing. Why stop at tire iron? We should test out many different methods of slaughter and refine the path of killing to its very limit.
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Looking into possibly being able to get professional voice training has made realize how bad my voice dysphoria is.
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All my other dysphorias are vague feelings of discomfort and wrongness, but the voice that comes out of my mouth is literally somebody else’s. I feel like I lost my voice to the fey, and I had to steal another one from some guy until I can craft a new one for myself. It’s really bothering me now that I notice my internal monologue partly uses it too. It’s there any time I think about myself and my identity and being a woman. I hate it.
I’m hoping if professional doesn’t work out, understanding this instead of burying it will help me do self-training when I couldn’t before.
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All my other dysphorias are vague feelings of discomfort and wrongness, but the voice that comes out of my mouth is literally somebody else’s. I feel like I lost my voice
Real and I feel you 100%. Testosterone is evil for taking my voice. The actual worst. My face could be fine. My size fine. My genitals are fine. But my voice is not mine, it is completely wrong. More wrong than anything else.
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they’re going to invent a new primer paint just for me that cures instantly so i don’t have to wait to do the next step
lemme know when they invent it so i can buy it off you secondhand
i’m going to charge £20 per 10ml bottle
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I spent the day figuring out how to ollie and realising i do have the balance for it, I only managed mini ollies but could reasonable land them. I went out to cool off after what happened earlier today and I feel at least calmer. A bit.
In other things, I read through the 3rd volume of The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn’t A Guy At All and I’m excited for the next volume releasing in a few months.
Just learned what happened to Jesus Christ

I didn’t even know he was sick
internalized transphobia in hobbies
Took me a few years to get over internalized gender roles, before I fully realized who I am, I used to have hobbies generally associated with men, when I started posing as a woman (trans or not) people were policing me over it, saying I was a catfish for knowing too much, and I was naive enough to fall for it and for several years I had to lie to myself that I enjoy a different hobby because I am a woman no way can I enjoy men hobbies. Took me an embarassignly long time to realize I am no different to parents who only allow they girls dolls and boys cars. I am happier now with that.










