Basquiat 4K 1996

The film is Basquiat in given circumstances, with no sketches - resolutely, no palette - just pure colors. The directorial debut of Julian Schnabel, a friend of the artist, tells the story of Basquiat's restless, short life-exposure. 23 solo exhibitions, 40 collaborative shows from Zurich to Tokyo, more than 50 articles, the youngest artist to get into an exhibition at that very Whitney. They say he was delightful - his art could not resist picky gallery owners, narrow-minded nouveau riche, women - that Madonna! It is said that Jean-Michel delighted the very Andy Warhol with his homemade, naively childish postcards, which he carried with him all over New York, offering to buy them to anyone who showed any interest. And then the urban artist, maximalist, graffiti artist became the very Basquiat. His closest people, bohemian, fashionable, brash, were first of all his admirers, and then his friends. They taught him that appearances in society were more important than anything else, that society was a metaphor for society, that everyone was willing to pay any money for things with Samo's name on them - on waste paper and on the refrigerator door. “And Van Gogh? How many paintings did he sell? One? “Two? No one would even take them for free. I don't want to be the generation that neglected another Van Gogh.”

You don't want to neglect the new Van Gogh if you can profit from him, if his paintings can be sold well, because those who are obsessed with prestige and fashion will buy them for any crazy money. And no one will even try to look, to think, to understand that behind all these decorations for the living room, financial investments, proofs of liberality to modern art - behind all the blots, strokes and lines - a complex life, nervous work of fingers, a look, sometimes sad, sometimes naive. “And if the color green seems bureaucratic to you - think about what department you were in last time!”

Basquiat himself compared himself to a little prince, hostage to his own palace and crown, with which he banged on the bars to be heard, to be helped. Only everyone heard what they wanted to hear, and no one ever came... So when you look at a new painting - think about it, perhaps you are looking at Van Gogh's ear!