In five years of art history studies, Jean Michel Basquiat was the only black artist that made it into our curriculum. While I am grateful for the curiosity and passion my schooling fuelled in me, the overall picture was shamefully incomplete. We learned about Jackson Pollock, with no mention of the indomitable Lee Krasner. We learned about Robert Motherwell, with no mention of his extraordinarily talented wife, Helen Frankenthaler. There was nary a mention of African American Colour Field painter Sam Gillian. And nor did celebrated collagist and pioneer of African-American art, Romare Bearden make it into our text books. It was only last week, while reading about the Harlem Renaissance, that I happened upon the pure, vivid colours of Beauford Delaney. And what about Aaron Douglas, Palmer Hayden and Archibald Motley? This week, my feed has been chock full of beautiful, arresting art by contemporary black artists such as Chris Ofili, Tobi Alexandra Falade, Lubaina Himid, Kehinde Wiley and Hurvin Anderson, to name a few. We can’t rewrite our education, but we can add to it.