In Honor of #Jean-Michel #Basquiat
Basquiat did not ask to be understood.
He asked to be felt.
He painted like someone running out of time—not because he was reckless, but because #truth was #urgent
His lines moved faster than permission.
His words collided with bones, crowns, names, prices, saints, and street corners. Nothing was clean. Everything was alive. He was #living #art
And like many died at 27. 🫂
