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Myself, an undated work by Kyohei Inukai (1886–1954), a Japanese-born painter of society portraits who was shunned in America after 1941.
Javanese Coat (1932), a portrait of Dorothy Hampton, who posed for Inukai after his paid jobs dried up.
Kyohei Inukai, a society portrait painter in New York, kept a neat chronological scrapbook with clippings about his commissions for bluebloods. But after the fall of 1941, when he was only 55, the pages are all blank.
Once the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor nobody in America wanted to hire a Japanese-born artist. In his 1942 memoir, never published, he described the bigotry he faced when he stepped outside his Greenwich Village studio. “The tranquil air that spanned the sky is changed with crosscurrents of acrid recriminations,” he wrote.
Miyoko Davey, an art collector in New York, owns Inukai’s scrapbook, memoir manuscript, family photos, sketches and about 30 of his largely unknown paintings. For two decades she has been trying to revive his reputation, researching his work for an eventual monograph and exhibition.
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Inukai photographed in his studio by Paul Juley & Son (Smithsonian Institute)
I forgot to post these final photos from our San Juans trip.
On our last day we got in really late and decided we'd just stay the night at the dock in Everett. These are from the next morning, when it was really foggy and cold, and the current was going haywire.
This beautiful sailboat was parked in front of us. The whole thing is just navy blue, white, wood, and stainless steel, and I liked the type on the title, Osprey.
On kind of the other side of the spectrum, this boat is called the White Wind. Do you know how white you'd have to be to name your boat the White Wind?
Eastern Hunter (New Bedford, Mass), sister of Fate Hunter (Astoria, Oregon)
We made coffee at the dock on our small propane stove. Later in the morning Emily fell and dislocated her shoulder. But it was still kind of a fun morning (that aside, obviously).
