INTERVIEWS
ARTISTS QUARANTINE WITH THEIR COLLECTIONS
By: Stephen Maine
August 1, 2020
Avery Z. Nelson
Over the past four months I have returned to Craven’s painting
frequently. As I listened to the incessant sirens shriek death up
First Avenue in April, I found serenity, beauty, and decay in Craven’s
flower. As I marched in the streets of Manhattan and Brooklyn
during the mayor’s bullshit curfew and police bulldozed into us,
arrested us, beat us, and continued to do their daily job of terrorizing
and murdering Black lives, I began to see the three flowers as a single
flower in motion, either bleeding down into the earth or floating up
into the sky — maybe both at once.
IMAGE:
Ann Craven
title and date unknown
Watercolor on paper
12 x 9 inches
