I am an upcoming artist located in Miami Florida and I was doing some research on my favorite artist. Jean Michael Basquiat was born in 1960 in Brooklyn New York and seem to have such a rough child hood growing up. From the destruction of marital problems in his house hold to him trying to find himself from moving back and fourth from Haiti, New York, puerto rico and back to New York. Basquiat had a rough child hood that eventually led to him dropping out of high school, in which followed by his father kicking him out of the household. He slept around town on whoever couch he could sleep on or whatever park bench was available. He was known at first as a graffiti artist and eventually became good friends with Andy Warhol who he eventually collaborated with and became close friends with. Warhol took Basquiat under his wings and educated him about the art industry. The misconception of becoming an artist is that everyone knows their capability but never know when that opportunity will come across. The one thing that I just now realized about basquiat that was just brought to my attention by a security guard at my job who is originally from New York, nothing basquiat did was through happiness. None of basquiats work expressed him being happy. The media expresses him as being this young artist who gained recognition after his death. Yes Jean had an addiction, and yes he was a original and well respected artist, but did people really love jean? or was he just being commercialized due to his talents (Paintings) was selling like hot cakes right before his death due to people knowing his addictions and they saw an opportunity to get their hands on a piece of art that they knew very soon would be worth so much. Was basquiat really loved or was he just being used?
“He was an addict that could have gotten help,if people really cared about him but they didn’t they just wanted to get their hands on his product that Basquiat expressed the reality of his life on a canvas” says the security guard.
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