I always loved his work.   It reminded me of my Los Angeles childhood, the beautiful freedom of house parties where I’d run around playing hide and seek, with Chuck-a-luck, Chris, Leslie and Jossie.   The adults danced, philosophized, and celebrated this community, largely a black one, though Mom and us kids were a lovely part of the simmering stew.

And how could you not hear Marvin Gaye when you see his work.

Ernie Barnes obit in the LA Times.