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Autor: KaM©

~ 18/09/17

Kara Walker the fly on the wall. @ Sikkema Jenkins& Co. New York

I’m always curious about what drives artists and the galleries that represent their work?
This article published about Kara Walker’s latest exhibition now on view at Sikkema Jenkins & Co. emblazoned on the front cover of probably one of the last printed editions of the VILLAGE VOICE reminds me of another cover published in the mid 1980’s.
The cover illustration was a painting by the late Jean Michel Basquiat depicting a human skull,done in his signature oil stick & acrylic paint.
I don’t remember the complete essay written by Greg Tate but I sure remember the title: “The Flyboy in Buttermilk”
Which totally implied the fact that the art business had singled out a particular African American artist who like Kara Walker addresses the lack of inclusion and expresses an urgency to the racial injustice not only in politics but simple dollars & cents money making.

Because of a pre exhibition Press release statement published by Kara Walker which prepared the audience for an experience I had to follow suit and see this exhibition for myself.
My take on the whole show was that it was well planned out in terms of the feeling you got when you walked into the gallery space. I arrived during the last forty five minutes and it was mobbed with all kinds of people from all walks of ethnicity and economic backgrounds.
The heat you felt from the full capacity crowd in my opinion was not only from body heat but a strategic plan to turn the heat on and serve no refreshments so you felt the real South and oppressive conditions the artwork demanded. (It worked for me.)

U.S.A. Idioms ©2017 Kara Walker


I loved what I saw in terms of attendance which is really interesting if you consider what was being viewed and what would this show actually does to the consciousness of all the people who interact with the paintings.
My hope is that the success of the show will open doors for other artists and really bridge some gaps in the business of commodifying cultural expression from all walks of life.

Autor: KaM©

~ 26/02/10


This looks like an interesting new film but its a sad story that really shouldn’t be retold over and over again because it doesn’t inspire anyone,or I should say,any African Americans to become fine artists.
We are already conditioned to believe in rejection of our god given talents for more realistic goals taught to us by our parents which was taught to them by society at large.

Although Jean-Michel did enjoy some success it was brief and filled with self doubt throughout his entire career which was only seven years. I personally feel that if he had other contemporary artists that were African American around him and to support him he wouldn’t have been so lonely in an enviorment that usually consist of predominatly caucasian males who dominate the visual art world and
don’t have to worry about having people to relate to and share their feelings with.
This point is never examined when you try to figure out why he self medicated himself to a point of self-destruction and it is a shame that the impossibilities weigh so heavy on a person that they’ll try anything to fit into this American diaspora only to be exploited and then discarded like day old trash when no longer useful.
If the focus were on a collective group of artists then no one person would be at the center of attention and the pressure wouldn’t seem so great to be the leader of the pack,and,at best, it would develope a heathy competition amongst peers and one wouldn’t have to feel that they had to speak for an entire race of people.

How does one get past the artistic talent of Jean-Michel Basquiat and realize that there are a whole lot more artists out there who have just as much talent, if not more,with the same desire and passion to be a collective part of the visual arts world.I know they’re wondering when are the gates going to open up and give them a chance to express themselves.

“The feeling of loneliness and being unwanted is the most terrible of poverty.