According to this source, the 1982 “Untitled” work by Jean-Michel Basquiat sold for about $600k.
I know very little about art. I don’t have many friends artists, and it feels like I should have more now that I am finally opening up to art.
My friend and artist Ekaterina pointed out that Jean-Michel Basquiat drew and painted without caring about rules or what anyone thought of what he created.
In other words, Ekaterina told me, “Just draw- who cares?” and I drew a few things that I shared with her a few months ago, on her impulse.
The other part is deciding whether to share it or keep it in my personal journal. I feel the same question applies in most cases: “Who cares about not sharing it?” Looking at his work, I don’t think Basquiat cared much about that either, or it would have stayed confidential.
It definitely created controversy in the art world, which I know nothing about either, but I can feel it.
This reminds me of Ichiro Kishimi’s book “The Courage to be Disliked” which I have read a few times. This book had a huge impact on me; I think about it often whenever someone tells me I should or shouldn't do anything. There is another, the Subtle Art of not Giving a F*****.
I took this as a rule: to be myself no matter what. Someone will always tell me I shouldn't do this or that. I try not to bother; I often fail and try to repair as best I can when needed. Not bothering others too much when possible is better.
What I do is often subconscious, and failure brings what needs to change into my consciousness so I can change faster.
I think the only point of life is to constantly work on being a better person; there is no other “mission” for me.
I fail often. I am human. I do what I can. I apologize, repair, or just move on when I cannot. I “iterate,” as we say in the tech startup world.
There is no way to do anything without receiving some disagreement or judgment from others.
Les chiens aboient et la caravane passe, we say in French.
I will write about love, too, but I had to post this one first.