at laaaast, my love has come along.
The first time I looked at Basquiat’s art, I was literally like what the fuck? Then I looked it again. I was like hmm, alright, okay [head nodding]. Then I looked at it again, and I had never seen anything so painfully beautiful or true [emphasis on painfully]. Oddly enough, it was listening to Etta James’ At Last that made me think of Basquiat. Odd pairing, I know.
Do you ever see a piece of art, have a moment, or read a passage and think of a song that is ripe and perfect for it? Or vice versa. Do you hear a song and think of a piece of art or passage?
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