In 1981 Jean Michel Basquiat would show up to the gallery of art dealer Annina Nosei and express a sincere apology for being late. He would spend hours of the day and night below her gallery in the basement shooting the shit with canvas stretched across the floor. When a painting would go up the stairs money would tip toe down in the thousands. Just like the artist himself who came up from the street and walked into fame he would rise from this basement to become one of the most influential stars of the art world in the 1980s.
I made this piece as a gift to my friend Katie to wish her luck with her new gallery in Donnybrook in Dublin. KT Contemporary
Made from an old box with a some card and colouring pencils.