I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...

 

I love Basuiat's work. With a passion. I don’t understand it. I don’t try. I don’t want to. I don’t think it has any point and it will just take away from the magic.
I just love it.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

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Jean Michel Basquiat - The idiot savant

I love Basuiat's work. With a passion. I don’t understand it. I don’t try. I don’t want to. I don’t think it has any point and it will just take away from the magic. I just love it.

Basquiat is the closest thing to an idiot savant among the top players of the modern art world, which is a lot to say, because finding an idiot who is not savant in the modern art world id like finding water in the ocean, not a big deal.
 
I wanted to be a star, not a gallery mascot. "
 

I don’t think basquiat knew what he was doing. I am quite convinced he didn’t, but that is mainly because the whole concept of 'knowing' was less then relevant. It was divine inspiration. Ok, it wasn’t divine. It was streetvine inspiration. It was life flattened on a piece of wood or paper, a modern cave drawing of our daily strife, our world affairs, our relationships with ourselves and with society.

Like the old cave drawings, these graphic manifestations of ugly beautiful stories had an ancient mystical connection with the big one. The world. The global energy. Like the old cave drawings his work is simplistic enough to be clear and anigmatic enough to be anything but obvious. It is ritualistic, wild, primitive, ugly, frightening, touching.

Believe it or not, I can actually draw.
 

And it is art. Remember that? Art, made to be seen, to be experienced. Basquiat would have laughed at, and probably taken out his black artistic schlong to piss on these 'artists' you see today handing out a three page complex text explaining  the meaning of their work, what is behind their creation, what was their motivation.

What basquiat had 'behind' his paintings was usually a wall. Nothing more. All the relevant stuff was inside the painting, not behind it.

 
Since I was seventeen I thought I might be a star.
I'd think about all my heroes, Charlie Parker, Jimi Hendrix... I had a romantic feeling about how these people became famous."
 

Basquiat was brutally honest in his work, almost as if it was unfiltered, or maybe just using other filters we mortals don’t really understand. And that, for me was the savant part. Something in his soul was splattered on ally doors, boards, small pieces of tin, anything that could be agar-agar for his ideas, a place they could live in. and any place could do. Sometimes big, sometimes small.

Basquiat had something to say. He had a lot to say. But you don’t always have to make big canvas declarations, you don't always have to make concise eloquently put speeches of color. Sometimes it is chit-chat. Sometimes it is just a whisper on a small rectangular piece of cardboard. And it's all good.

I love hearing art critics and art historians talk about him and his work. I do. But that is just because I have very little respect for art critics, and as the frustrated artists they are, when they talk about something so fresh and so original as basquiat , I love to see that look in their eyes, that knowledge they are nothing but scribblers of what will tomorrow wrap some fresh fish. It warms the cockles of my heart. Truly does. Nothing like good old humiliation, in front of what can be only described as a wild force major.

I don’t listen to what art critics say. I don’t know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is."
 

Basquaits work is often primitive in nature. Drawing on African imagery, combined in modern iconography and random everyday images. It is scary and touching. It is primal more then primitive, and it has more energy , both in the images and the amazingly vibrant colors used, then any other modern painter I know. It is jeaun Doubufet's 'art brut' but on speed with a side order of heroin and fries.and supersize it.

And he was no idiot. Basquiat knew the game he was playing very well, and art was just his thing, his way of becoming a god among man, like his idols jimmy Hendrix and Charlie parker, just to name a few. He wanted to be famous. He liked being famous. But it was a smart famous, as you can see from his choice of idols. Hendrix? Parker? They were famous for a reason. They earned their place at the top. And so did basquiat. So did basquiat.

 
I had some money, I made the best paintings ever. I was completely reclusive, worked a lot, took a lot of drugs. I was awful to people. "
 

The fact all three died young from drug related problems? A syndrome? Or maybe just part of the plan, a brilliant career move which immortalizes you for future generations.

But in the end? Other then all the subliminal information I am sure I am getting through his colorful  cave drawings, there is one piece of advice that basquiat gave, and will stay with me forever. The immortal junkie artist Zen words:

 
Pay For Soup / Build A Fort / Set That On Fire"
 
Interview     http://youtu.be/Z2ytkFDzdbk