Leslie Parks Bailey is chopping as she talks about her father, noted American photographer Gordon Parks.
It’s the Friday before his latest exhibit, “The South in Color,” opens at Jackson Fine Art, and Parks Bailey is at work in an Atlanta kitchen, prepping lunch. She’s a personal chef. Four days a week, two and a half hours a day, she cooks. So, as we move through a conversation that spans family memory, historical images, lasting legacy, and the state of American civic discourse, her knife keeps moving. Slicing. Stripping. The rhythm of a woman who uses her hands to nourish people, in the same way her father used his eye to nourish something in all of us, too.
