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Basquiat’s art is brimming with life — he worked fast, and painted everywhere, on everything around him — and it owes much of his continued cachet to the enduring legend of its unfiltered immediacy. But if you look closely, what you will see is that they are records, almost every one, of an almost crippling self-consciousness. These paintings are allegories, not just about race in general, but of Basquiat’s own troubled status caught between communities, in a web of expectations that he couldn’t meet. Indeed, if you read them right, his works are actually a scathing indictment of the very audience that adopted them so eagerly, and of the fame that came to kill him.
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Basquiat’s Ex-Girlfriend Reveals Major Trove of Unseen Works (article), 2013Before Jean-Michel Basquiat could afford studios and canvases, he painted all over his apartments — on walls, doors, refrigerators, and any other bare surface he could find. In 1979, the still unknown artist began transforming his girlfriend Alexis Adler’s East Village home into just such a living installation, covering one wall in a glyph-like mural that reads “Olive Oyl,” painting crowns and “Famous Negro Athletes” on a door, and the word “Milk” on a radiator. Although the couple broke up a year later, and Basquiat died in 1988, Adler, now an embryologist at New York University, bought the apartment they once shared and never painted over his work.
Obviously that turned out to be a wise decision — as was storing his notebooks, postcards, painted clothes, photographs, and drawings on yellow legal paper. Thirty years later, Adler has now begun to assemble a team of advisors to help sort through the material in preparation for a book on the collection and, in all likelihood, an exhibition and sale. “Part of the issue has been that I am a working biologist who has raised two kids on my own and have not had time or energy to deal with it,” Adler said. “Now is the time, however.”
That’s an understatement given Basquiat’s current superstardom. Thousands of attendees have visited the 24th Street Gagosian Gallery each day to see the survey of Basquiat paintings that opened in February. In November, bidders topped out his auction record at $26.4 million. And, next year, an exhibition of Basquiat’s notebooks is scheduled to open at Paris’ Musée d’Art Moderne.
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Photograph courtesy of IndiePix Films
sometimes i have to wonder if the only way an artist can be truly appreciated is after death.
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This one reminds me of our favorite childhood book @thatgirlmystic
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Radiant Child
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“Jemima’s Revenge” cut paper & acrylic on large canvas 2010
part of a larger narrative called the “Reason Aunt Jemima Smiles” That’s all I say about it now but I can’t wait for you to see it when it’s all put together.
WOW, can’t wait to see the rest.
Ice Cube on the Eames. Part of The Getty’s Pacific Standard Time arts initiative:
“…over 60 cultural institutions will make their contributions to this region-wide initiative encompassing every major L.A. art movement from 1945 to 1980.”
Papercut#30. Portrait of Chet Baker. Hand cut paper / inked with acrylics. 90*50 cm.
by Kris Trappeniers (Shadows and reflections at Magda Danysz Gallery, Paris 2011) by Man - Art is Life on Flickr.
“McQueen, as well as being a fashion designer, art-directed many photo shoots, he art-directed many films, and this film formed the backdrop to the collection Irere that told the story of a shipwreck at sea and a subsequent landfall in the Amazon. And it was peopled with characters like pirates, conquistadors, and Amazonian Indians. The film itself was shot by John Maybury and depicts a moment when a woman falls overboard in a dress that’s referred to as the “shipwreck dress.” As she’s floating down in the ocean, the strands of chiffon get tangled around her legs and arms like seaweed.”
-Andrew Bolton
R.I.P. Alexander
Cindy Sherman