I learned to love Juneteenth long before I became aware of the emancipation of enslaved Black people. I think my father was his happiest on that day; he permitted himself to do whatever he wanted on Freedom Day.
In the Brooklyn College Art Department, where he taught for years, the late artist’s assignments and approaches are legendary.
Denyse Thomasos told me a story once of going with her uncle, back in her native Trinidad, to the Chinese club, for locals of Chinese descent. She turned to me and her eyebrows rose and eyes widened as a smile slowly came over face, “We went in, and they were all black!” While this anecdote never seems to have made it into her art, it embodies her fascination, amusement, and curiosity about the world and its unexpected reversals.