Multiple references makes Brown Sugar a delightful pun. The one I chose to highlight - with a quote on the label - was Marvin Gaye’s love song.
Reworking the original digital model, I 3D printed a new paint drip. Using Golden Paint’s virtual color mixing tool I mixed up a nice chocolaty brown and began painting the model. It was at this point that things took a hard left (right?) turn.
My daughter - an intelligent, articulate, politically engaged, and righteous 25 - was less than happy when she saw the work in process. “You can’t do that,” she said. “You’re a privileged white male, you’re going to commit career suicide!”
Whoa. A bit taken aback, I described the piece as a celebration. To no effect, as I don’t have the right to ‘appropriate black culture’. “It’s not appropriation, it’s appreciation,” I said. “I like to think that I’m colorblind” (obviously in a racial sense, as the irony of the paint tubes is … well, you understand).
“That word is a trigger and there are a list of automatic responses to it.” Responses based on my race: privileged white male.
“So I can make a white girl dripping out of a paint tube but I can’t make a black girl dripping out of a paint tube? Now that’s racist.”
“No, you can’t. Women are sexualized in art, especially black women.”
For the purpose of this essay I’m going to leave the issue of sexualization and several millennia of the history of art out of this and focus on the issue of race.
I had to consider the very real issue here: a world of insanely over-the-top political correctness that can only be described as intolerant absolutism. [As an aside I have watched this building up for decades with the practice of scorched-earth politics and monopolized, sensationalized, profit-hungry corporate media.] I also remembered my idealistic youth and a tendency to see things as extremes rather than shades of grey.
I discussed this with an artist friend (white male, and it annoys me to no end that I have to qualify race for the purpose of this essay). His immediate response was “you can’t do that” and he reminded me of (white) painter Dana Schutz, who had been severely criticized for the exhibition of an abstract painting of Emmett Til at the Whitney Biennial. Reactions to Schutz’s work ranged from “It is not acceptable for a white person to transmute Black suffering into profit and fun” (somebody please tell me where the ‘fun’ is in this) to “A white person showing empathy toward blacks is now racist?”.
Another (white male) friend related the story of artist Donald Newman, who in 1979 abruptly ended an otherwise promising career with a poorly chosen title for a series of work. It looks to me like he chose the title to get attention, and that it worked a bit better than he anticipated. The title was grossly inappropriate and will not be repeated here.
A (white male) art dealer in NYC loved the idea of Sugar Brown until I told him of my daughter’s reaction. Then he said, “I hadn’t thought about it like that at all. But if a young person has that kind of response maybe you should put it off for a year until things settle down.” Another (white male) art dealer, high level secondary market, just shook his head, and then showed me pieces by Alexander Calder that he had removed from display.
Another friend (black male) said he loved the concept and was shocked by my daughter’s reaction. “Brown sugar, brown sugar, that’s sweet! Marvin Gaye! I’ve never heard that used in a negative way.”