Somewhere between the Renaissance and Real Housewives, Western art history forgot to color in the lines—specifically, the ones involving Black people. Enter Kerry James Marshall, rolling into the canon like a wrecking ball dipped in intellect and irony, armed with nothing but a paintbrush and 500 years of receipts.
His 2009 piece, Untitled, is not just a portrait. It’s a righteous sucker punch to the dusty old playbook of art history, the one where everyone worth painting apparently had to be alabaster, listless, and suspiciously fond of fruit bowls. Instead, Marshall gives us a woman: strong, enigmatic, fabulously coiffed, and unapologetically Black—drenched in ink so rich it looks like it might drip wisdom on your shoes if you stare too long.
Rendered in monochrome washes, this woman is not demure. She’s not background. She’s the damn subject. She’s high fashion, high drama, high concept—and possibly high-key judging you for not noticing the brush in her hand, which might be metaphor or might just be literal, because Marshall loves a good double entendre. Is she painting herself into being? Is she poking at the viewer’s assumptions about art, race, and whose stories get to be told with dignity? The answer is yes. Always yes.
Kerry James Marshall, born in 1955 in Birmingham, Alabama—yes, that Birmingham—grew up during the Civil Rights Movement. You know, the one they like to whitewash into “peaceful marches” while skipping over the firehoses and state-sanctioned violence. He studied fine art, mastered its techniques, and then politely (or maybe not-so-politely) used them to drag the entire field through a very necessary reckoning. His mission? Make Blackness visible—not in the tragic, tokenized, or trauma-porn way that so many galleries love—but as epic, everyday, and absolutely central.
So what’s the deal with Untitled? Why the mystery? Because sometimes the best art doesn’t spoon-feed you. It holds up a mirror and makes you squirm—especially if your idea of portraiture stops at Vermeer’s milkmaid. This woman might be a queen, a siren, a teacher, a mother, or the artist himself in drag (don’t rule it out). But she is. She exists in fullness, in opacity, in glamour, and in the defiantly uncaptioned confidence of being more than a label. She’s the Mona Lisa’s cooler, more politically aware cousin who definitely doesn’t have time for your “Where are you really from?” questions.
Marshall’s whole career is an intervention. And this piece? It’s a visual side-eye to anyone who ever thought Blackness had to be footnoted or exceptionalized to matter.
So here’s the question:
What would the history of art look like if this woman had always been the standard?
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