Geishas rock afros, corn rolls and dreadlocks. They fashionably freeze with the same intensity that break dancers pose on the floor, but artist Iona Rozeal Brown’s acrylic painted Asiatic people are in brown face, and they’re a clashing of sorts. Comic book motifs, Ukiyo-e prints, Kabuki theater, Noh, Byzantine religious painting, voguing and most notably hip-hop, mix together like two turntables playing tug of war with the cross fader. If Brown was a DJ (which apparently she is), she’d be taking viewers on a journey all over space and back-back–forth-and-forth through time. Her blending is flawless. Victory.
He was open and acknowledged everybody. You got his humanity immediately. There was no mistaking it. Feeling like everybody is dying. I loved Michael. I'm mad at his death. His humility and talent was an illustrated love that hadn't yet hit a stride. He needed more time.
I regret not stopping to just talk to #MichaelKWilliams. At the time, he was blowing up on The Wire. 10 feet away from my desk at The Mugshot Magazine office, he stood, doing a photo shoot. We did a profile on him. I remember looking at him, thinking that he was a beautiful man.