I graduated high school in 2000, and after a quick summer waiting tables, I started attending the nearby college. Classes were early, a little too early, and I found myself not caring about any of the courses besides Art. The introductory art class started at 8 a.m. and I had to get up much earlier to make the 30-45 minute drive. My professor was brilliant, calm, encouraging, and well, just wanted his students to do what they wanted. He'd give us a general direction and we'd make art.
This was ten years ago, I was 18 going on 19 going on the rest of my life, and I always knew I would create, maybe not for a living, but I'd still make stuff. I'd spent most of my childhood drawing (mostly copying cartoons and comics) and after a sudden move to the city, I did very well in High School Art classes.
Three (maybe two and a half? I started skipping a lot towards the end) semesters of Art class passed before I dropped out completely and moved on to just waiting tables and being pregnant, but one thing stayed with me: the love of art and the art-making process, and more specifically, the love of Jean-Michel Basquiat.
One of the finals in the Art class was to watch art-related movies and documentaries and write papers about them. The professor provided a long list of accepted movies and that's where I came across
Basquiat. I rented it from BlockBuster (they had a very small number of the movies on the list) and watched it...and watched it over and over. I admit, Jean-Michel looked a lot like a friend from Middle School that I missed dearly so my attraction to him and his artwork felt sentimental.
Basquiat's work appeals to me and continues to inspire me because it feels vulnerable, and in some ways innocent. Jean-Michel took his experiences and put them on paper or canvas for everyone to see. He told a story every time, whether or not you could see it directly.
I've never been one to ramble on and on about art, and in all honesty, if this were a real life conversation there would be plenty of hand gestures and sighing. Words fail me when describing important feelings and ideas, and perhaps that's why I paint, so to hear me talk about art would be like: "I feel *sigh* about this".
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Cadmium by Jean-Michel Basquiat |
I finally got to see one of Basquiat's original paintings at
the High Museum of Art in Atlanta this past December. When I spotted it across the way, right after the elevator doors opened, I almost sprinted right to it. I was lost in this feeling of gratefulness, since in previous visits to the High I had been unable to find this painting. Finally, I've seen his work in person, not in some book or online gallery, in real life.
*sigh*
This week's Get Your Paint On assignment includes finding work that inspires you. At first, I was overwhelmed about trying to find just one artist; I have a tendency to change my inspirations from week to week, but then I found out a new Basquiat documentary had been released and available to watch instantly on Netflix, so I sat down to watch it this morning and felt inspired to write this post.
Jean-Michel Basquiat is an inspiration to me, and watching footage of him working makes me want to sit down and paint for hours. I cannot wait to get down to the studio.
Other inspiring DVDs in my collection: Frida, Pollock, How to Draw a Bunny, Exit Through the Gift Shop, & Beautiful Losers. What DVD do you watch when you're in need of some inspiration?