Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone, It's Not Warm When She's Away...

Last night I watched the movie, Basquiat again (I think I have seen it ten thousand times). I am continually amazed by Jeffrey Wright's performance as Jean-Michael Basquiat, one of the greatest painters that modern art has ever seen- in my opinion at least). I love his work with colors and graffitti like qualities.

I used to aspire to have work similar to his- but I soon figured out that the only work I could do was my own and to emualte others would only be a slight reproduction and in no way would it be the as great as the first. I am very inspired by Basquiat and his tragic life but as an artist (I think I can finally call myself this), but I know that you can't just reproduce someone's style to be an artist. I am most satisfied when my work represents the heart of me. And that may change due to experiences and life but if its not 100% me then I am never satisfied with it. So in satisfying myself I think my work has grown.

Basquiat had such a hard time satisfying others because he forgot it was about him. He was so young and he tried to make others happy, which is impossible in a world of art dealers and rich art collectors who will drop you the second that your fifteen minutes are up. Sad that drugs ended his life at 27 years old. I would have liked to see his later works. But maybe true genius never stays long- its too intense...

by the way- it's raining :)