I've had a little time to digest a pretty emotional and thought provoking visit to the High Museum. It's been an interesting month for sure(couple of months) and I probably haven't been dealing with myself in the healthiest of manners. I kind of fell into a rut, got writers block and even thought about putting my blog on hold to figure out some things that I just haven't been able to fix about myself. But I'm not a quitter. I lost sight of what type of man I am because of some things I couldn't control and I lost myself for a moment. That moment is over. And I owe a bit of that to looking at this exhibit through a different space and point of view.
New York was busy, extravagant, fun, trendy, and ambitious. So was(am again) I. Last summer was amazing, and I was riding a high. I visited the Brooklyn Museum to checkout the Basquiat Notebooks as really just a stop on my tour of the city. I was excited to see his work, but I didn't attempt to understand his intricacies as an artist or the things he conveyed. I thought he was dope because of his creativity and the way he got his art across. I liked the picture, I didn't comprehend the picture.
Back home, in a less busy space, where I my feet were safely on the ground and my mind a little more open to cling to anything relatable, I saw it all a little differently. I saw his emotion. I saw a guy who expressed a lot of honesty in his work. The notebooks especially showed more of the inner workings of his thought process and vulnerability. A few doodles and lines stood out to me. Reminded me that this genius was a human being. He used words and symbols to create mood and tone, like some others would use colors/brush strokes. I understand it. It's what made him renowned. His style which was initially seen as primitive, ended up holding the torch for the Neo-Expressionism movement.
It's been all about perspective and understanding lately. Basquiats notebooks definitely evoke thought and emotion. I'm glad I came to check it out. I'm glad I was able to see it at home. I'm glad I was in the more dejected and demure state to understand a few of his pieces. Life is amazing, you only get one, but if you do it right, that's all you need.