I want to go where the night is painted in the blues of Van Gogh.
I want to go where voices crackle with the emotions hidden in their souls.
I want to go where lipstick may linger on your collar but its owner sets up residence in your heart.
I want our times to be remembered with as much reverence.
This is not a text post.
I don’t listen to what art critics say. I don’t know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
my brother and i (this guy i’m reblogging right here lol) are getting matching Basquiat crown tattoos this summer :]
This picture was ridiculously timely. Like scary coincidence kind of timely. I was just about to post about this documentary I watched based off of a suggestion of a rhetoric student called The Radiant Child. Legit documentary. I have so much respect for this man. Just sad that he died so soon. Man was a genius.