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For as long as I can remember, art and the arts in I have been attending the Philadelphia Art Expo for the
general––music, dance and drama––have been an last few years, and have enjoyed each and every one of
inspiring and steady light in my life. As a child, I used to them. The fact that you can meet and talk to the artists
sit and look at two paintings of cottages in what appeared is one of the things I enjoy about the Expo. I always fnd
to be a Swiss village with snow–capped mountains in the something new and diferent there.
background. I was fascinated by the color and design of Luther by William Tolliver
the images and wondered what life might be like inside Letricia Womack
the picture. During my college years in the late 60s and Web Technical Consultant
70s, “Black art” blossomed alongside the Civil Rights Temple Hills, MD
and Black Power movements, and I had my share of
poetry and posters refecting the politics of the time. In
my twenties, I bought my frst prints by a Black artist and
never looked back. Acel and I have very divergent tastes
in art: I like the representational while he leans to the
abstract, which has made for quite an eclectic collection
over the years. But our “art” has become a deeply
valued part of our lives––a refection of our experiences,
a validation of who we are and, I hope, an inspiration to
our daughter, who can see herself in the pieces adorning
our walls. That our collection has grown in value through
the years is an added beneft of surrounding ourselves
with pieces that touch our hearts and lift our spirits. I
really recognized the power of art some sixteen years
ago, when we moved to a new home, and left the walls
bare for weeks as we were settling in. One evening I came
home and discovered that Acel had hired a friend and
gallery owner to hang our artwork. Suddenly, the cool, fat I knew Romare Bearden well and collected his
unfamiliarity of the new house was gone and the place lithographs and originals before they became popular.
felt just like home: the rooms felt warm, comfortable and Today, I am still in awe that 18 years after Bearden’s
authentically our own. Such is the power of art. death, my collection is still highly prized. I purchased the
items simply for the love of Bearden’s work.
Acel Moore and Linda Wright Moore
Journalists Earl Brown
Philadelphia, PA Attorney
Philadelphia, PA
Million Woman March by Sam Byrd
139
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For as long as I can remember, art and the arts in I have been attending the Philadelphia Art Expo for the
general––music, dance and drama––have been an last few years, and have enjoyed each and every one of
inspiring and steady light in my life. As a child, I used to them. The fact that you can meet and talk to the artists
sit and look at two paintings of cottages in what appeared is one of the things I enjoy about the Expo. I always fnd
to be a Swiss village with snow–capped mountains in the something new and diferent there.
background. I was fascinated by the color and design of Luther by William Tolliver
the images and wondered what life might be like inside Letricia Womack
the picture. During my college years in the late 60s and Web Technical Consultant
70s, “Black art” blossomed alongside the Civil Rights Temple Hills, MD
and Black Power movements, and I had my share of
poetry and posters refecting the politics of the time. In
my twenties, I bought my frst prints by a Black artist and
never looked back. Acel and I have very divergent tastes
in art: I like the representational while he leans to the
abstract, which has made for quite an eclectic collection
over the years. But our “art” has become a deeply
valued part of our lives––a refection of our experiences,
a validation of who we are and, I hope, an inspiration to
our daughter, who can see herself in the pieces adorning
our walls. That our collection has grown in value through
the years is an added beneft of surrounding ourselves
with pieces that touch our hearts and lift our spirits. I
really recognized the power of art some sixteen years
ago, when we moved to a new home, and left the walls
bare for weeks as we were settling in. One evening I came
home and discovered that Acel had hired a friend and
gallery owner to hang our artwork. Suddenly, the cool, fat I knew Romare Bearden well and collected his
unfamiliarity of the new house was gone and the place lithographs and originals before they became popular.
felt just like home: the rooms felt warm, comfortable and Today, I am still in awe that 18 years after Bearden’s
authentically our own. Such is the power of art. death, my collection is still highly prized. I purchased the
items simply for the love of Bearden’s work.
Acel Moore and Linda Wright Moore
Journalists Earl Brown
Philadelphia, PA Attorney
Philadelphia, PA
Million Woman March by Sam Byrd
139
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