The Black Art Depot

Call Directions Website Contact the establishment

The Black Art Depot Your #1 Source for African American Art, Gifts & Collectibles. Turning Houses Into Homes! Visit us online and "Turn Your House Into A Home Today!"
(1626)

Your #1 Source for African American Art, Gifts & Collectibles on the internet.

Before there were chains, there was a crown. Before the auction block, there was a throne. The gold you wear feels good ...
10/12/2026

Before there were chains, there was a crown. Before the auction block, there was a throne. The gold you wear feels good because you are descended from royalty. We come from gold and diamonds, from the banks of the Nile and the courts of Mali, and no ocean ever ran deep enough to drown that memory in our bones.

That truth sits at the heart of “We Come From Gold & Diamonds,” the new solo exhibition by Atlanta artist K.A. Williams II, known worldwide as .

Look closely at “Pharaohs in the Hood.” A young boy meets your eyes, a Cuban link chain across his bare chest, and from it hangs the golden burial mask of Tutankhamun. Behind him, a pair of white sneakers dangles from a power line. In another canvas, a little girl wears the face of Nefertiti over her heart beneath a streetlight.

WAK places the kings and queens of Kemet on the children of our neighborhoods, and he paints them so real you can feel the weight of the gold. The power lines, the sneakers, the corner streetlight... he crowns the landmarks of home, too.

His own story started on one of these same blocks. At 15, WAK was painting signs and images for boutiques and hair salons on Chicago’s East 87th Street, a Black business district.

From there, the largely self-taught painter built a fine art career. His “Anointed Gift,” presented to Oprah Winfrey on her 50th birthday, hangs at her Leadership Academy for Girls in South Africa. He was the first African American artist with a painting permanently installed in the PGA museum. This summer, Whitehot Magazine placed his oil and gold leaf paintings in the canon of Black figurative art.

And for decades, he has also created accessible art, with a large selection of timeless treasures that are best sellers in the African American art market, hanging on the walls of Black homes around the world.

Now you can see his latest originals in person. Join WAK for the opening reception of “We Come From Gold & Diamonds” on Saturday, November 7, 6 to 9 PM, at the Emma Darnell Aviation Museum, 3900 Aviation Cir NW, Atlanta, GA 30336, hosted by Fulton County Arts & Culture.

Some girls walked that road like it owed them something.Red dust on the ankles. Pine needles snapping under shoes worn t...
10/10/2026

Some girls walked that road like it owed them something.

Red dust on the ankles. Pine needles snapping under shoes worn thin at the heel. Heat resting on the back of the neck like a hand. And her, books pressed to her hip like a promise she meant to keep, plaits standing up off her head like they had somewhere to be too.

Where we come from, bookin’ meant two things. It meant moving. Hurry in the hips, purpose in the stride, no time for whoever was calling from the porch. And it meant the books. The ones she carried down that dirt road every morning because somebody, a mama, a grandmama, a teacher who saw something in her, told her those pages were the fastest way off it.

Ernie Barnes knew that road. Born in Durham in 1938, under Jim Crow, he carried a sketchbook everywhere and drew the people nobody hung in museums. Families walking home from church. The old man asleep on the sofa. Ordinary people, painted like they mattered, because they did.

Look at the stretch in the legs, the length of her body, the arm swinging loose. Barnes understood what a body feels like in motion because of his time playing football in high school, college, and the pros. He stretched his figures so the energy would run right through them. And like so many of his people, her eyes are closed.

The Oakland Tribune once called Barnes “the Picasso of the Black art world.” That’s no small thing. Picasso didn’t just paint well. He changed how the whole world sees the human body, and his name became the word people reach for when they mean genius. Barnes did that for us. He built a way of painting the Black body that you can recognize from across a room.

We honor our masters here. Ernie Barnes is one of them.

Who was the girl on your road who walked like this? Tell us about her.

Healing has never been a solo act.Somewhere tonight, a nurse is catching what a chart can't say. A doctor is trusting th...
10/07/2026

Healing has never been a solo act.

Somewhere tonight, a nurse is catching what a chart can't say. A doctor is trusting the eyes of the person beside her. A tech is steadying a shaking hand, and a resident is learning, from someone who learned it the same way, that every bed holds a whole life. No one walks into that room alone. No one walks out alone either.

That is the heartbeat of "Caregivers" by Larry "Poncho" Brown. Many hands, one pulse. Different roles, different shifts, different paths to the same bedside, all reaching toward the same promise: you will be cared for. Poncho has spent his career painting unity, family, and spirit, and here he turns teamwork into something you can feel from across a room.

To the nurses, doctors, aides, and techs who carry us when we cannot carry ourselves: we see you. We thank you.

This limited edition belongs where healing happens. A hospital corridor where families wait and hope. A clinic lobby. A medical school hall where future healers learn the work is bigger than any one of them. Or the wall of the caregiver in your life who has given more than anyone will ever know.

Tag the caregiver who holds your team together. 💙

Dr. Rod Paige's life is coming to the screen!Rod Paige, architect of No Child Left Behind, which was modeled on his "Hou...
10/06/2026

Dr. Rod Paige's life is coming to the screen!

Rod Paige, architect of No Child Left Behind, which was modeled on his "Houston Miracle," is the subject of the upcoming mini-biopic "Paragraphs of a Paige," set to premiere in 2027.

Regardless of your opinion of the NCLB era, there is no question that Dr. Paige committed his life to our community, our HBCUs, and our children's education. Along the way, he made history:

📚 First African American U.S. Secretary of Education
🏫 National Superintendent of the Year, honored for his leadership of Houston's public schools
🏈 Coached Jackson State against the legendary Eddie Robinson and Grambling in the 1967 game that integrated Mississippi Veterans Memorial Stadium
🎓 Dean of Texas Southern University's College of Education for a decade
🐯 Returned to lead Jackson State as interim president at age 83

Also, congratulations to writer and director Isaac Yowman, the Grammy-nominated producer turned filmmaker behind the minority-owned IYO Visuals, and to Woody McClain, who stars as Dr. Paige, alongside Thomas "Nephew Tommy" Miles and Shawn Hamilton. As Yowman put it, if we don't tell our stories, no one will.

Support "Paragraphs of a Paige" and use it to inspire yourself and the children in your life to do great things.

Healing is not a wish.The woman in Edwin Lester's "If Only: The Hem of His Garment" understood something most of us miss...
08/23/2026

Healing is not a wish.

The woman in Edwin Lester's "If Only: The Hem of His Garment" understood something most of us miss. She did not stand at a distance and hope. She did not whisper a prayer and wait. She closed the gap. She made contact. And in that single moment of holy connection, power moved.

"And Jesus, immediately knowing in himself that virtue had gone out of him, turned him about in the press, and said, Who touched my clothes?" (Mark 5:30, KJV)

Read that again. Virtue, power, healing energy, left the body of Christ and entered hers.

Jesus felt it leave Him. This was not symbolic. This was not a metaphor. Something real was exchanged the moment her fingers brushed that fabric. Twelve years of suffering met one second of contact, and contact won.

This is the truth Lester paints with such reverence. Look at the woman's hand. Look at the certainty in her grip. She is not tentatively reaching. She is taking hold of what she came for. Her body is low, but her faith is vertical, climbing toward the only One who could restore what disease had stolen.

The lesson the church too often softens is this: Jesus does not heal from a distance when you refuse to draw near. Embrace requires movement. It requires risk. It requires you to push past the crowd of doubts, the crowd of past disappointments, the crowd of voices saying you have already tried everything.

Healing flows to those who close the distance.
She had bled for twelve years. Twelve years of being declared unclean. Twelve years of being told to stay back. And in one afternoon, one decision, one outstretched arm, all of it was reversed. Not because she prayed harder than anyone else. Because she touched Him.

What are you keeping at arm's length today? What healing are you hoping for from a safe distance? The hem is still within reach. But you have to close the gap.

The little white church sits back on the bank with its steeple catching the light, and its reflection lies quiet on the ...
07/27/2026

The little white church sits back on the bank with its steeple catching the light, and its reflection lies quiet on the water below. Above it, a long wooden trestle bridge carries the whole congregation out over the creek. Below, in the shallows, the minister stands, waiting with the candidates in white robes and white headwraps.

It is baptism Sunday. Ted Ellis paints parasols raised against the sun. He puts children on the bank and flowers blooming along the water's edge. The eye travels the way the day itself traveled, from the sanctuary on the hill to the bridge to the water where the work of the morning was done. The greens are deep and layered, the water holds every reflection, and the whole composition carries the hush that falls over a crowd right before somebody goes under.

"Take Me to the Water" is one of the few African American spirituals written directly about baptism itself. Its verses are plain and repeated: "Take me to the water to be baptized; none but the righteous shall see God." The text first appeared in print in a 1982 Church of God in Christ hymnal, though recordings and references in the narratives of formerly enslaved people place its roots much further back.

Scholars point out that river baptism carried layered meaning for enslaved Africans and their descendants, joining Christian practice to older African understandings of water as a source of life, a means of purification, and a place of spiritual regeneration. When a congregation walked down to the creek, they were doing something with a very long memory behind it.

"Take Me to the River II" by Ted Ellis.

07/26/2026

"The Squad," as they were affectionately known, were more than just friends - they were sisters by choice. This group of women, bound together by shared history and deep-rooted companionship, had grown up side by side. Through scraped knees on the playground, heartbreaks in high school, graduations, marriages, children, and even the occasional heartache and loss, they steadfastly stood by each other.

Their bond was unshakeable, forged in the crucible of life's highs and lows. The laughter and tears they shared had woven an intricate tapestry of love and support that transcended time and distance. No matter where life took them, they knew they could always count on "The Squad" to be there, a testament to their enduring friendship.

Before the white headstones at Arlington Cemetery, there was a schoolhouse, a hospital, a church, and nearly 3,000 peopl...
07/24/2026

Before the white headstones at Arlington Cemetery, there was a schoolhouse, a hospital, a church, and nearly 3,000 people living the first free lives most had ever known.

In June 1863, the federal government opened Freedman's Village on Arlington Heights, on the estate where Confederate General Robert E. Lee had lived. It was built as a way station for people walking out of slavery. For thirty-seven years, they lived and built on this land.

The village had a 50-bed hospital, a home for the aged, a school that drew 150 students on its opening day, and workshops turning out blacksmiths, wheelwrights, and tailors.

They founded Old Bell Baptist, Little Zion Methodist, and an Odd Fellows lodge.

Sojourner Truth spent a year there. When Maryland slaveholders crossed the river and seized young men from the village, the mothers raised such a commotion that guards jailed them. Truth got them out, showed them how to press charges in court, something the law had never allowed them to do, and their sons came home.

When the Marylanders threatened to lock her in the guardhouse too, she answered, "If you do, I will make this nation rock like a cradle."

In 1900, the government took the land back, and the families were made to leave. Residents had spent decades building homes and working that ground, and the payment they were offered for those improvements was far less than they believed it was worth. They left anyway, and they left with a plan.

They bought land.

William Butler and Henry Holmes, both village leaders and Odd Fellows, founded the streetcar suburb Butler-Holmes.

Mount Olive Baptist, born from a split inside the village, bought two acres and built Queen City.

Families bought plots off Bazil Hall's subdivided farm and made Hall's Hill. Others put down roots in Green Valley and Johnson's Hill.

Freedman's Village was never the town. It was the seed.

Everybody's got that friend.The one whose fish gets a little bigger every time they tell the story. It started out a res...
07/22/2026

Everybody's got that friend.

The one whose fish gets a little bigger every time they tell the story. It started out a respectable catch and by the time they are telling the story for the fifth time it's a monster that nearly yanked him clean off the rocks and into the water.....LOL.

Annie Lee had a friend like that too and she documented it in this work of art.

Look at this crew out on the rocks, gear scattered everywhere, one man mid-story with his arms flung wide to show just how big the thing was.

You can't read a single expression on anybody. You don't need to. The whole tall tale lives in the tilt of his shoulders and the way the others are only half listening. Body language does the work a face usually would. That was her signature, and nobody pulled it off like she did.

Critics called her style Black Americana.

Born in Gadsden, Alabama and raised in Chicago, Annie Lee worked years as a railroad clerk and studied art at night before she ever hung a canvas. She was fifty when she had her first gallery show and all the artwork sold out in four hours.

What she gave us was everyday Black life treated like it mattered. A fishing trip where the real catch is the company and the "true story" somebody's telling with a completely straight face.

So tag that friend. The one with that fish story. You know who they are....LOL. Tag them and let them know this painting is for them.

"It Was This Big" by Annie Lee 🎣 🎣

Like the dawn breaking through darkness, like the soul that refuses to be diminished, you rise. With every challenge fac...
07/21/2026

Like the dawn breaking through darkness, like the soul that refuses to be diminished, you rise. With every challenge faced and every barrier overcome, you embody the strength of generations who declared, "Still, I rise." This art serves as a daily affirmation, a visual anthem of resilience that speaks to the unbreakable spirit within us all.

Charles Bibbs' "I Rise" captures the essence of triumph in its purest form. This powerful, limited-edition giclee print portrays a majestic Black woman in profile, her flowing hair cascading like a waterfall of strength, adorned in intricately patterned robes that tell stories of heritage and pride. Her upward gaze radiates determination, dignity, and an unwavering resolve that transcends the canvas itself.

"I Rise" represents not just exceptional African American art but a rare opportunity to own a piece that celebrates Black excellence, feminine power, and cultural resilience.

Address

154 Selig Drive SW Suite A
Atlanta, GA
30336

Opening Hours

Monday 10am - 5pm
Tuesday 10am - 5pm
Wednesday 10am - 5pm
Thursday 10am - 5pm
Friday 10am - 5pm
Saturday 12am - 5pm
Sunday 12pm - 6pm

Telephone

+16789166545

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when The Black Art Depot posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Establishment

Send a message to The Black Art Depot:

Shortcuts

Share

Category