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Gallery VIII: Words and Masks

Untitled (BC-074), William Henry Broome

Untitled (BC-074)

William Henry Broome

Date
n.d.
Medium
Ampersand Gessobord panel
Dimensions
11 × 14 in.
Credit
© Broome Collection Inc. · © Broome Holding LLC — Property of the William Henry Broome Collection. This artwork forms part of a privately held archival collection. Unauthorized reproduction, publication, photography, digitization, AI training, licensing, or commercial use is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved by Broome Holding LLC and affiliated entities.

Curator’s reflection

In this unflinching self-portrait, William Henry Broome turns the harshest judgments outward-only to confront them head-on. The scrawled insults, painted in raw red across the canvas, are not the words of others, but those he has absorbed, internalized, and now reclaims.

With a wry stare and defiant gesture, Broome strips away pretense and exposes the vulnerability beneath public shaming. The cigarette, the cap, the casual shirt each detail speaks to an everyman who refuses to be defined by the labels thrust upon him.

This work is both armor and confession. It is a statement of resistance against moral condemnation, a refusal to be silenced by the stereotypes and cruelty often directed at those who live outside societal norms.

Broome's honesty challenges us to ask: who gets to name, to judge, and to condemn? And perhaps more importantly-can we ever truly know the person behind the portrait?

Looking closer

  • Broome's expressive technique is masterfully evident in this self-portrait. The visible brushwork and textured application of oil create a vivid, almost tactile surface. The restrained background allows the figure and the red-painted words to dominate, drawing immediate attention to the emotional intensity and confrontation inherent in the work. Every element-from the eyes behind the round glasses to the raised hand carries weight, meaning, and intention.

A moment to reflect

You can call me what you want, but I decide who I am. He left more than paintings. He left a life painted in brushstrokes.