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Freedom<br />
based on Emancipation Approximation by<br />
Kara Walker<br />
Morgan Franke ’13<br />
The silver moon<br />
illuminates frosted grass.<br />
Old, twisted trees tire<br />
of their struggle.<br />
In the silence, the sound of feet<br />
trampling the frozen pasture.<br />
No questions, no whispers.<br />
His heartbeat rings in his ears.<br />
Ravens, disrupted from their sleep,<br />
spread their black masses across the sky,<br />
blocking the light of the moon.<br />
They do not stop their journey.<br />
Kara Walker (born 1969), The Emancipation Approximation, 2000,<br />
serigraph on paper<br />
43 7/8 x 33 15/16. Purchase made possible by Elizabeth Forsyth<br />
Harris ’60, 2002. ©Kara Walker; Courtesy Sikkema Jenkins and<br />
Company, New York.<br />
Kara Walker was born in Stockton, California,<br />
and raised in Atlanta. She earned a BFA from<br />
the Atlanta <strong>College</strong> of Art in 1991 and an<br />
MFA from the Rhode Island School of Design<br />
in 1994. She has exhibited widely across the<br />
United States and abroad and was honored in<br />
1997 with a prestigious MacArthur Foundation<br />
achievement award. Walker represented the U.S<br />
at the 2002 São Paulo Biennial. Walker is best,<br />
perhaps infamously, known for her monumental<br />
silhouettes. While her method superficially<br />
harkens back to 18 th - and 19 th -century<br />
fashionable portraiture, her subject matter is<br />
anything but genteel, for it powerfully tackles<br />
issues of oppression, exploitation, and violence.<br />
Using silhouettes that suggest the worst of racial<br />
stereotypes, Walker forces the viewer to confront<br />
painful issues from the nation’s past.<br />
He wonders if their women know.<br />
Do they know their husbands and fathers<br />
are killing free men? A piece of paper<br />
does not make you free.<br />
A tree stump outside the house.<br />
Rough hands shove him to his knees,<br />
head on the stump.<br />
A splinter sinks into his cheek.<br />
He catches a glimmer of light, the ax, and waits<br />
for the whistling of this reflection.<br />
<strong>Visions</strong> Fall 2012 13