Basquiat!

I want you all to know, my new computer background is a Basquiat. Riding with Death it is called. Now, perhaps I do not fully understand it, for art has never been quite my passion and truly, a lot of the expressionist works just confuse me and baffle my understanding of why anyone would purchase such items. (Part of this comes from a trip to the Pompidu centre in Paris... I'm a little scarred to tell you the truth. Ask me later if you want o know what i'm talking about).

Yet what is so great about Basquiat is his story! Sure, most of his paintings look like kids drawings (though I do find great meaning in some of them, just a few must just be for silliness' sake); but where he came from and what he did is marvelous. Even the information that I found on him did not make him out to be as great a historical character as the documentary revealed. Truly, quite the life he made for himself, not to mention in only 28 years, as opposed to our normal 80+ white-haired grandeur.

Working from the streets up, he just went for it and did what he could to make a living, but ended up making a killing. Much of his story, even discounts what Loewen was saying to some degree. Loewen talked about how the american dream is to work your hardest and make it into stardom, yet only the people from privileged backgrounds can truly do so. But right here is an example of one who fought against, and found a good bit of luck. While he was clearly put down because of his color in some cases, just the fact that he got to the level he did puts some color against Loewen's viewpoint.

In any case, Basquiat was a brilliant young man who unfortunately died before his time. I shall have the greatest admiration for him and proudly tote a crappy reproduction of his somber picture; which I admire greatly.