Basquiat @ Brooklyn.museum

I spent a long afternoon at the giant Brooklyn museum, especially to see the exhibition about Jean-Michel Basquiat. The artist ,who started teenager as a soho graffiti painter, was completely unknown to me. From my childhood, I just remembered the griot head that probably scared me at this time.

I've been quite captivated by the combination of the emerging hip-hop culture + Caribbean + African + NYC + drug + ... he had produced in the early eighties. I try to imagine the walls of Soho covered by his weird sentences: Parabole link - Samo(c) is dead - Charles (Parker) the First.