JOL Sunday Flickr, #32

In the movie Basquiat, there is this little story that Jeffrey Wright says as a voice over as Jean-Michel Basquiat that just absolutely murders me every time I hear it:

“There was this little prince with a magic crown.  An evil warlock kidnapped him, locked him in a cell in a huge tower and took away his voice.  There was a window made of bars.  The prince would smash his head against the bars hoping that someone would hear the sound and find him.  The crown made the most beautiful sound that anyone ever heard.  You could hear the ringing for miles.  It was so beautiful, that people wanted to grab the air.  They never found the prince.  He never got out of the room.  But the sound he made filled everything up with beauty.”

I will always wonder why this dead man’s crazy art appeals to me so deeply.

"Untitled" by Jean Michel Basquiat

“Untitled” by Jean Michel Basquiat

This week’s JOL Sunday Flickr, a late night edition, because — well, because I was up:


RGB is the way-to-be!


National Velvet

Web & LED par


Apple Store in big apple


circus wall

Urinetown! 2007: The Cops in the Dark Scene

so much light

crystal green




I hope for everyone reading this you have found something that woke up something in you.

Not Quite Light, But I Still Love Jean-Michel Basquiat

I saw a random article on Huffington Post about my absolute favorite artist, Jean-Michel Basquiat last week, and I just could not, in my right mind, not share this with you all.  Do you know who Jean-Michel Basquiat is?  He was callled a “graffiti artist” for a long time, but call him what you want – his work is moving and awesome to me.  Unfortunately he had this intimate relationship with heroin, and lost his life to the beast at 27 – but his work lives on.

I always wonder what the world would be like if people like Jean-Michel Basquiat, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Jimi Hendrix, Jerry Garcia, and other artists dead before their times were up were still here to change the world of art and music.  From the HuffPost article:

Basquiat jumped into Manhattan’s fertile downtown art & club scene in the late 1970s, at first surviving by selling his images on postcards and T-shirts. Meanwhile he conjured a droll and recognizable street identity, SAMO, that raised the dialogue of street artists from I Was Here to the kind of ongoing piss-on-authority satire that made Banksy and his ilk possible. Meeting Warhol was almost unavoidable in that hothouse moment, and their friendship grew into collaboration (one more appreciated in retrospect than at the time). The meteoric fame and the inevitable drugs finally made Basquiat a poster child for the toll of premature success, but Davis’ film covers every aspect of his life and work along the way: music, black identity, class-shifting, love life, club culture, his child-like nature, his premonitions of death. It is a loving tribute to a raucous time and an indelible talent.

You have to take a few minutes to watch this video – Tamra Davis apparently had some Jean-Michel Basquiat footage in a drawer somewhere and drug it out – and it’s pretty excellent:

Tamra Davis talks about THE RADIANT CHILD from Michael Kurcfeld on Vimeo.