❝What is it about art anyway that we give it so much importance? Artists are respected by the poor because what they do is an honest way to get out of the slum using one's sheer self as the medium. The money earned, proof, pure and simple, of the value of that individual, the artist. The picture a mother's son does in jail hangs on her wall as proof that beauty is possible even in the most wretched. And this is a much different idea than fancier notion that art is a scam and a ripoff.❞
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I'm familiar with Basquiat's art, but I didn't know much about his story other than his tragic death. So when I saw this film pop up on my FYP, I decided to give it a watch and learn more about him. I will say that the sequence of events leading to his recognition were a bit difficult to follow because there were so many people and cuts, but it became understandable over time. Jeffrey Wright gave a phenomenal performance as the titular role, but words cannot describe the sheer amount of joy I got from David Bowie in that ridiculous grey wig and soft intonation. The film lost a lot of steam after the second act, and the ending felt extremely rushed after the languid pace I'd become accustomed to, but all in all this was a decent exploration into Basquiat's rise and fame.
❝What is it about art anyway that we give it so much importance? Artists are respected by the poor because what they do is an honest way to get out of the slum using one's sheer self as the medium. The money earned, proof, pure and simple, of the value of that individual, the artist. The picture a mother's son does in jail hangs on her wall as proof that beauty is possible even in the most wretched. And this is a much different idea than fancier notion that art is a scam and a ripoff.❞
𐄁─────⋆⁺‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧⁺⋆─────𐄁
I'm familiar with Basquiat's art, but I didn't know much about his story other than his tragic death. So when I saw this film pop up on my FYP, I decided to give it a watch and learn more about him. I will say that the sequence of events leading to his recognition were a bit difficult to follow because there were so many people and cuts, but it became understandable over time. Jeffrey Wright gave a phenomenal performance as the titular role, but words cannot describe the sheer amount of joy I got from David Bowie in that ridiculous grey wig and soft intonation. The film lost a lot of steam after the second act, and the ending felt extremely rushed after the languid pace I'd become accustomed to, but all in all this was a decent exploration into Basquiat's rise and fame.
