Why I Became a Collector of Black Portrait Art – Seeing Myself.

Growing up in the UK in the 70s and 80s in a Caribbean household, I was surrounded by family photographs and constant affirmations of my dual heritage. Being born to Jamaican and St. Lucian parents was a source of pride—something special. But outside my home, the world minimized my existence. Schools, the media, and society reduced Black history to slavery, erasing the richness of our culture.