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Roy DeCarava was born in Harlem as the only child of Elfreda Ferguson, an immigrant, who separated from DeCarava’s father shortly after his birth. DeCarava lived in Harlem through many decades of important changes and development to the area. In DeCarava’s childhood, the Harlem Renaissance gave prominence to many black artists, musicians and writers. He was close to poet Langston Hughes, and would later publish a book with him titled, The Sweet Flypaper of Life[1], which chronicled the lives of Harlem residents.
To earn money, DeCarava began working at an early age. He continued to hold odd jobs throughout most of his career as a photographer. DeCarava graduated from Chelsea Vocational High School. Through diligence and hard work, he secured admission to The Cooper Union, but left after two years to attend classes at the Harlem Art Center. Deciding early on that he wanted to be an artist, he began working as a painter and commercial illustrator, and many of his early photographs were meant only as reference for serigraph prints. He was drawn to photography by “the directness of the medium,” and soon found himself communicating the themes and ideas of his paintings photographically. In 1955, DeCarava opened A Photographer’s Gallery, an important New York City gallery pioneering an effort to win recognition for photography as a fine art; the gallery remained open for over two years.
Many still regarded photography as a documentary medium, and as a result a great visual lexicon of photojournalism was created by so-called street photographers like Garry Winogrand and Helen Levitt. DeCarava, however, never considered himself of this tradition. Rather his work hearkens to the intense visual imagery and tones that influenced him as an early painter and graphic artist. He cherished the people, places, and events in his pictures and early on developed the means to express his affection. He shoots using only ambient light, then prints so as to coax light expressively out of very dark images or, more rarely, to delineate darker detail in very light ones. The grays in his black-and-white pictures are velvety and warm–qualities he occasionally enhances by purposely shooting out of focus or exposing long enough to show movement.
The strong lines, extraordinarily rich tonality, and exploration of light in his work charge his photographs with earthy mystery, like a prime Rembrandt painting (Rembrandt was an early influence) or a late Michelangelo sculpture in which, because of the artist’s rendering of light and mass, life seems to be springing off the canvas.
DeCarava worked for a time at Sports Illustrated magazine, but found it difficult to adjust his style and schedule to the constraints of commercial work. He did a series on the set of Requiem for a Heavyweight in 1962, which the director liked so much he bought nearly 200 prints. Despite his successes DeCarava felt very strongly about maintaining the artistic integrity of his images, and eventually gave up magazine and freelance work in order to take on a job teaching at Hunter College, where he was a distinguished member of the faculty. In 2006, he was awarded the National Medal of Arts.
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It is a shame that no one knows that he had 2 sons that he loved, and who loved him – Leslie Roy-1943, and Vincent Rene-1947. Our mother was his first wife [of 4] – Her name was Palma, and they were married in 1941. I’ve written a short biography of dad, and with your permission, and an address, I would like to send you a copy. Thank you – Leslie Roy DeCarava
I’m a reference book editor fact-checking a bio of Roy DeCarava, and I would like to get in contact with Leslie DeCarava. I can be reached at derek at keposmedia(dot)com, or using the web site link above.
Thank you.
Roy DeCarava was estranged from Leslie DeCarava and severed contact with him several years prior to his death.
T0 Mr Lawrence Dempsy: You know nothing of my relation with my father, you only know the lies that Sherry DeCarava has told you,- please read the biography that I’ve written of my father [THE TRUTH]- She has a copy. Thank you Les
my dear leslie… had a sudden thought this morning to try to google you again, and lo and behold … etc.
your father would never; under any circumstances i can envision, have turned against you. he loved you and vincent and felt an abiding responsibility for your welfare and growth. always.
during my tenure (wife #2) i remember well that he would never cancel his sunday visit with you no matter the weather, photographic pressures , social demands, and/or fun.
your father would have been in your corner… perhaps not dramatically, probably rather low key, especially if there was a strain in his then current marriage.
i am sorry for your loss. i think you would have enjoyed knowing each other. i hope you are well. are you in costa rica? all my best wishes, anne
Les!!!!!!—-Leave me a phone umber…where the heck are you….? I am in Nicragua…sorry about you dad…Want to get in touch with you…Write me an email!!!