I spent my childhood in India where 99% of people were different shades of brown and every so often we'd see tourists who were white or black. When I immigrated to U.S.A. suddenly I was referred to as a 'Person or Color'. I didn't understand this at all. As an artist, I saw every one and everything having a color. White is a color. Black is a color. And so are all the shades in between. I thought I would get over this segregation of colors - white and everyone else. But after spending my entire adult life in this nation of immigrants, I haven't come to terms with labeling a human as a Person of Color (meaning non-white). So, here's a painting of what I think a person of color may actually look like... colorful with reds, and yellows and blues and browns and whites.
