“I cannot find a place nor category in which to put my paintings nor a name to call them.” With this statement, which appeared in the Gazette of the Arts in Louisville in 1959, twenty-one-year-old #BobThompson communicated a sense of acute isolation. To this day, his artwork can be difficult to categorize, at once uncannily familiar and unknowable. But the very singularity that frustrated Thompson, and no doubt contributed to the marginalization he experienced as a Black artist, compels his reconsideration. Don’t miss a chance to explore Thompson’s at the High in #ThisHouseIsMine, on view only through September 11. Learn more at the link in our profile.