A wonderful window into the art of Basquiat. He never wanted to explain his art, because art is not to be explained but to be felt and I can definitely feel it. The jazz, the injustice, the confidence and the inner urge to express yourself- it’s all there.
Basquiat was an authentic artist who used imagery and language to give us a glimpse into the life of an artist in 1980s New York.
His art is modern but also primitive, carrying the living memory of his African roots—even though he only visited Africa at the end of his life. It also serves as a window into his emotions, which he communicates without hesitation: sadness, anxiety, rage, confusion, confidence. Sometimes these emotions are the main character in the painting, other times they are intertwined, portraying the complexity of our lives.
His work is deeply contextual, so I inevitably feel that I can’t fully grasp everything that moved him. And yet, there are also universal themes and feelings I can relate to. For example, I was moved by “Anybody Speaking Words”. It portrays words that can be seen, thought, felt, contextualised—but also the words that remain in our subconscious, in the background. All of them seem to become part of us, but they can also take something away from our own bodies and minds.
According to official records, Basquiat accidentally overdosed in 1988. That makes sense in a way, as he had many plans to move into other avenues, such as writing. However, his paintings from the last year of his life are quite troubled. Apart from “Riding with Death”, which feels like a prophecy, he seems increasingly preoccupied with the idea of the “ideal” and how it affects life.
It seems to me that the underdog of New York rises to the top, only to find no deities or higher morals—but darkness and greed. In “Victor 25448”, under one of the three “ideal” bubbles, there is an empty circle labelled “nothing to be gained here”. On the left, it says “a beating awaits you here”; on the right, there is Neptune with his trident and the phrases “money orders”. The three “ideals” crush the Black protagonist. He is reaching out, but his body is already bashed up and restrained. Under the emptiness of the ideals, among “fatal injury” and the “fleas”, we find the Greek cross with the inscription: “Jesus Christ conquers”. Next to it is the “position”, all covered up with green which draws our attention to it. So we find the right position—next to Jesus.
I do hope that Basquiat found peace at the end of his life. His life was short, but he lived it to the fullest.