“The idea of the unrecÂogÂnized genius slavÂing away in a garÂret is a deliÂciousÂly foolÂish one,” says artist and critÂic Rene Ricard, as porÂtrayed by Michael WinÂcott, in Julian SchnÂabel’s Basquiat. “We must credÂit the life of VinÂcent Van Gogh for realÂly sendÂing this myth into orbit.” And “no one wants to be part of a genÂerÂaÂtion that ignores anothÂer Van Gogh. In this town, one is at the merÂcy of the recogÂniÂtion facÂtor.” The town to which he refers is, of course, New York, in which the titÂuÂlar Jean-Michel Basquiat lived the entireÂty of his short life — and creÂatÂed the body of work that has conÂtinÂued not just to appreÂciÂate enorÂmousÂly in valÂue, but to comÂmand the attenÂtion of all who so much as glimpse it.
As a film Basquiat has much to recÂomÂmend it, not least David Bowie’s appearÂance as Andy Warhol. But as one would expect from a biopic about an artist directÂed by one of his conÂtemÂpoÂraries, it takes a subÂjecÂtive view of Basquiat’s life and career. “The RevÂoÂluÂtionÂary PaintÂings of Jean-Michel Basquiat,” the video essay by Youtube Blind Dweller above, adheres more closeÂly to the hisÂtorÂiÂcal record, telling the stoÂry of how his wild imagÂiÂnaÂtion spurred him on to become the hottest pheÂnomÂeÂnon on the New York art scene of the nineÂteen-eightÂies. By the midÂdle of that decade, the young BrookÂlynite who’d once lived on the street after dropÂping out of school found himÂself makÂing over a milÂlion dolÂlars per year with his art.
At that time Basquiat “had colÂlecÂtors knockÂing on his door nearÂly every day demandÂing art from him, yet simulÂtaÂneÂousÂly askÂing for speÂcifÂic colÂors or imagery to match their furÂniÂture,” which resultÂed in “him slamÂming the door in a lot of colÂlecÂtors’ faces.” He refused to proÂduce art to order, conÂsumed as he was with his own interÂests — the law, saintÂhood, African culÂture, black AmerÂiÂcan hisÂtoÂry, the built enviÂronÂment of New York City — and their incorÂpoÂraÂtion into his work. He also posÂsessed a keen sense of how to mainÂtain a tanÂtaÂlizÂing disÂtance between himÂself and his pubÂlic, for instance by delibÂerÂateÂly crossÂing out text in his paintÂings on the theÂoÂry that “when a word is more obscured, the more likeÂly an observÂer will be drawn to it.”
This would have been eviÂdent to Warhol, himÂself no incomÂpeÂtent when it came to audiÂence manÂageÂment. His assoÂciÂaÂtion with Basquiat secured both of their places in the zeitÂgeist of eightÂies AmerÂiÂca, but his death in 1987 marked, for his young proÂtĂ©gĂ©, the beginÂning of the end. “He began disÂsoÂciÂatÂing himÂself from his downÂtown past, attendÂing more parÂties reserved for the super-rich, and becomÂing increasÂingÂly obsessed with the idea of being acceptÂed by cerÂtain crowds,” says Blind Dweller, and his final heroÂin overÂdose occurred the very next year. Basquiat is rememÂbered as both benÂeÂfiÂciaÂry and vicÂtim of the pheÂnomÂeÂnon to which we refer (now almost always posÂiÂtiveÂly) as hype — countÂless cycles of which have since done nothÂing to diminÂish the vitalÂiÂty exudÂed by his most strikÂing paintÂings.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
The Odd CouÂple: Jean-Michel Basquiat and Andy Warhol, 1986
When David Bowie Played Andy Warhol in Julian Schnabel’s Film, Basquiat
Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall, on FaceÂbook, or on InstaÂgram.