{"id":5610,"date":"2019-08-01T15:34:35","date_gmt":"2019-08-01T15:34:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/media-archive.blackartinamerica.com\/?p=5610"},"modified":"2019-08-01T15:35:15","modified_gmt":"2019-08-01T15:35:15","slug":"the-making-of-an-artist-curlee-raven-holton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/earthexhibitions.org\/media-archive\/?p=5610","title":{"rendered":"The Making Of An Artist: Curlee Raven Holton"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My own experience.<\/p>\n
My parents were both born on a farm in southern Mississippi who came north for opportunity for themselves and their children. My father made the trip north first determined to find work and a new home for his wife and children. My father arrived in Cleveland, Ohio where other family members had settled and found factory jobs.\u00a0 My mother followed by train with me as a baby in her arms and my siblings by her side.<\/p>\n
My family settled on the West Side of Cleveland, a neighborhood predominately white. Beginning in\u00a0 elementary school my classmates were predominately white. I recall even as a young child I was able to draw horses and Abraham Lincoln better than anyone else in my class. It was during junior high school I met my first black artist, Nelson Stevens who happen to be my track coach. I was not aware of the role of black artists in our cultural life but I did recognize his pride in his appearance. He wore handmade Italian shoes and starched shirts with a tweed jacket. He walked with a graceful glide, that some referred to as a pimp\u2019s stroll.<\/p>\n
Later, when it came time for High School, I was among a small group of black children who met many challenges in 1960s and 70s by white teachers and white students and their parents who did not want us in their neighborhood, schools or in their environment. We survived this situation that sometimes turned violent because we had each other. We pushed ourselves to achieve distinction in the classroom\u2014not just on the athletic field. We had pride in ourselves and achieved not just for our race, but for our own academic abilities. We had one black teacher who taught us about Black History and natured our sense of identity and cultural pride.<\/p>\n
For me, it was always the arts. I was one out of a small group of students, both black and white, who demonstrated talent in drawing and painting. As time went on, the art teachers identified us as a group that deserved their attention beyond the classroom. We did art that was displayed in\u00a0 the school for plays and special events. We competed in the National Scholastic Arts Program and continually won top prizes. This was a turning point for us.<\/p>\n
This attention for my creative gifts brought me recognition from our fellow students as well as the most popular and attractive female students who otherwise paid no attention to me.<\/p>\n
Two of my (White) teachers made a larger investment in our education by organizing field trips to the east side to visit the Cleveland Art Museum.<\/p>\n
The first trip to the Museum was like going to another country. We had to cross the West Side Bridge, a structure that divided the predominantly white West side from the predominantly black East side.\u00a0 All the major cultural institutions were located in University Circle, like the Cleveland Museum of Art, Severance Music Hall, and the Cleveland Institute of Art.<\/p>\n
Institutions like the\u00a0 Cleveland Museum is where I saw art from around the world and interacted with other students and artists from the community. Before and after classes, I would wonder the Museum and would discover something new each time: the armor gallery, the Renaissance, 19th Century Modernists, Surrealists, Contemporary, African Art and the Asian and East Indian displays.<\/p>\n
After my service in the US Army I began to attend classes at the local community college on the far west side of the city.\u00a0 I was walking down the hallway from my business administration class one day and was approached by Edward Parker who invited me to take a class with him. He taught ceramics and sculpture and once again was the only black professor at the school. Later Parker invited me to join an artists gathering he held at his studio\/home each weekend. This is where I met other local African American artists including Micheal Harris who later became a noted artist and art historian. It is also where I first learned about African American art history with my introduction to publications like James A. Porter Modern Negro Art and Black Artists in America magazine. It is also where I met the famous Harlem photographer James Van Der Zee.<\/p>\n
After studying a year at the local community college I was accepted into the Cleveland Institute of Art where both Huge Lee Smith and Charles Sallee had been students.<\/p>\n