Irony Of A Negro Policeman

“Irony of a Negro Policeman offers a poignant critique of the role of African Americans within systems of authority that has historically oppressed them…this artwork encapsulates Basquiat’s skill in using visual language to explore complex social-political themes, particularly those surrounding race, identity, and power. The painting portrays a black policeman rendered in Basquiat’s signature style that borrows elements from graffiti, Neo-expressionism, and art brut. The figure is depicted with an oversized, mask-like face and a body adorned with a uniform. It suggests the inherent conflict of being Black and serving in a role that upholds the very structures of racism and oppression against one’s own community. Basquiat’s use of the word Negro, an outdated term for African Americans, further emphasis the historical context of this struggle and the systemic racism embedded within American society.”

Unfortunately this behavior has permeated beyond the sphere of law enforcement. We see it everyday with government officials and celebrities. Who perpetuate cycles and systems to the detriment of their own people for blood money. Lebron James is just another Uncle Tom satanist swimming is Zionist money, when they detest black people. Calling him an assortment of niggers, ER, behind closed doors (read The Vindication Of Bob Vylan). It’s a circus and to these dirty, inbred, vitriolic whites, they play the role of apes. Jump through the hoops monkey, as you’re trained to do. I gave them unrestricted witchcraft while rescinding it from their massas, there’s no excuse. Beyoncé, Eric Adams, etc…are choosing to be Gorillas at this point. Don’t ever misalign Basquiat. Can you name others who help oppress their own? Via: Basquiat_Art11

Basquiat’s Art Reflects His Experience As Token Black

Stop maligning Jean Michael Basquiat, it’s white content creators. He was pro-black and an outlier, made miserable by this position. Referencing this experience of “privilege” in his oeuvre (read “Miles Davis” By Jean Michel Basquiat). He wasn’t down with advancing nor perpetuating the white agenda, anyone who actually looks into him, watches his interviews knows that.

SICK of problematic white people (read Stop Maligning Basquiat). He died at 27 for his refusal to be an Uncle Tom. Unlike many black people I know (read Revelation 8: The 27 Club). C**ns keep us enslaved, aiding massa. Put some fucking respect on his name or shut your white ass up. Period. All in the kool-aid and don’t even know the flavor (throwback slang). Have you been the only black person in the room? How often? Via: PopArtTrio

“Miles Davis” By Jean Michel Basquiat

Growth is realizing Basquiat’s piece on Miles Davis is a social commentary about black people in predominantly white spaces. An experience dubbed a privilege, it’s one only uber successful blacks have. The entire reason my business partner/friend and I got into an altercation that permanently rifted our relationship.

I advised her to take a Buzzfeed quiz regarding how privileged you grew up. It was suppose to be an exercise in gratitude. That life isn’t as bad as it seems. While I got results of really privileged, she got the exact opposite.

Reviewing the discrepancies in our answers together on the phone, she brought up the question “Have you ever been the only black person in the room?” She thought the question was outlandish and weird. For me, it was a large part of my upbringing on the Upper East Side and more. Both of us were astounded by the other’s response. I never realized all the implications of these incidents. Unfortunately it destroyed our friendship, she felt inferior due to the disparities in how we were raised. Envy made her angry at me. Whereas my angry was directed at the racists whites perpetuating inequality. See the difference? Crab in a barrel ass bitch. Via: Jean Michel Basquiat

Stop Maligning Basquiat

Recently I’ve come across a slew of misguided conspiracies regarding Jean Michel Basquiat. Specifically the purchasing of his art by satanic elites. First off he’s one of the most renown artists of all time, any sane collector would salivate to get their hands on his oeuvre. Same as his contemporaries Andy Warhol & Keith Haring. Demonizing him, belittling his technique, typically comes from talentless white people, who have no art education. Literally no business commenting on a profession they don’t apprehend. Not one of them able to replicate what he’s done. If they could it wouldn’t be nearly as eloquent, takes talent sweetie. Basquiat is a member of the 27 Club for a reason, he wasn’t down with the depraved shit (read Revelation 8: The 27 Club).

Only the good die young, because Mick Jagger kills them for refusing to yield to his devilry. Controlling powerful people is what sustains him. What he’s not going to do, little baby dick bitch, is run me. I will fuck that nigga up. I’m a Goddess, he’s the creation. His attributes death, tests, magic and destruction come from me. Perverting my dark side. Michael Philip Jagger attests to my superiority by text (read Mick Jagger The Misogynist). I can grant and take his powers, don’t ever fucking forget it. As he learned yesterday, I trapped him. Melanie Hamrick is a blessing indeed. The next time I aim to kill him, Lewis Dvorkin will allow it (read Melanie Hamrick: A Lesson From God). He better get to work, Satan is of more value to me without his body. Also I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO MAKES MICK MONEY, INSTEAD OF POPPING OUT A BABY AND USING HIM FOR FINANCIAL GAIN. I digress.

Haitian people are exceptionally powerful when it comes to magic. Elite Satanists are attempting to harness Baquiat’s energy to amplify their witchcraft, capturing his essence through items. I’m also Haitian and Queen witch. Our bloodline is so strong the Devil himself has made several visits to Haiti, referencing the country in his work. Energy is everything indeed. Photographer: Gianfranco Gorgoni

Updated: 8/27/2025 12:59am

Live Your Life Leave Your Mark

Jean-Michel Basquiat painting at five in the morning. The figure rocking the hat is Maripol (read Serving Looks, Serving Maripol). She remains the style compliment I hold most dear, a huge statement as Anna Wintour herself approved of me (read The Elusive Anna Wintour). I never thought I’d be one degree of separation from Basquiat through multiple people, let alone meet either of the aforementioned women, but here I am living my wildest dreams. All because I did it my way, taking the road less travelled, guided by faith. Just like Jean-Michel. Something as simple as working in different restaurants, over job security keeping me at Blue Smoke for literal years changed everything. Ask yourself is the life you’re living a book worth reading (I live by this)? Are you wasting precious time on autopilot? What mark do you want to leave? Take baby steps to shake shit up. Photographer: Edo Bertoglio/Pop Art Trio

Perfection Can Kill Creation

“If you’re aiming for perfection, you won’t make anything at all.”

-Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow

Via: Basquiat.JPG

My Favorite Artists Are Hispanic

I was today years old when I realized my favorite artists of all time are Hispanic. Gathering content for Latinx and Hispanic Heritage Month, I instantly thought about Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. The subject of my art dissertation. Dissecting her art has always been something I love, her paintings are a diary chronicling her arduous life. A pillar of strength and perseverance, she experienced and survived unimaginable physical, mental, and emotional pain. I’m livid to have missed her immersive art exhibit. As iconic as she is, many people don’t know her, causing the exhibit to end early as opposed to Claude Monet’s.
Once I had to tell this ignorant white Australian girl who she is. I went to Cubby Hole with my friend who claimed I only did gay things, not lesbian things to support her. Insert eye roll. Anyways we met these Australian tourists. The girl laughed at my name, micro aggression, then stopped realizing nothing was funny. We got on the topic of my paper and I told her about Frida, she found this an odd name too. After I chastised her about not knowing one of the most famous artist of all time, it quickly dawned on her that she’s uncultured. She felt sheepish, explaining life back home was white af. That night she learned she had a lot to learn and it wasn’t cool, cute, or funny. I on the other hand learned I’m New York af, in that pretentious Manhattanite way. I was serving you’re uncultured swine energy in her direction. She caught the vibe.

Next is my Haitian twin Jean Michel Basquiat, his mother is Puerto Rican. His art is less a diary and more of a social commentary. His iconic crown adorns my body and many others. So many people have it tattooed I might do a piece on it. He’s one of my spirit guides and the only person to experience an upbringing similar to mine, especially socially. Both of us outliers of systemic racism education wise. A New York classic.

These are the artists I post the most. Brooding Hispanics, with signature styles that make them classic Halloween costumes, as well as icons. Fascinating, inspiring lives. Extremely talented. Cool af. Have you seen any of their exhibits? Via: Real Frida Kahlo, Basquiat Official, Frida Kahlo, Innovate Grant & Fondation Beyeler

How Do You Start Your Day?

Coffee like Basquiat,
Or,
Tea like Hendrix?

Via: Soulr.Co & JimiHendrix.Fan