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“To me, migration means movement. While I was painting, I thought about trains and people walking to the stations. I thought about field hands leaving their farms to become factory workers, and about the families that sometimes got left behind. The choices made were hard ones, so I wanted to show what made the people get on those northbound trains. I also wanted to show just what it cost to ride them. Uprooting yourself from one way of life to make your way in another involves conflict and struggle. But out of the struggle comes a kind of power, and even beauty. I tried to convey this in the rhythm of the pictures, and in the repetition of certain images. "And the migrants kept coming" is a refrain of triumph over adversity. My family and others left the South on a quest for freedom, justice, and dignity. If our story rings true for you today, then it must still strike a chord in our American experience.”

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The Great Migration: An American Story

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Jacob Lawrence
Jacob Lawrence

Jacob Lawrence, a renowned American painter, is known for his works depicting the history of African Americans. His paintings are typically presented in a series of small panels, each telling a complete story. Lawrence's style is unique, with vivid colors and strong narrative and expressive power. more

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