Two: I draw crowns not because it is good but because it is right

Portrait of a Crown Drawer Post Nutrition Label Content Type: Art & Text Read Time: 7 min Topics: Art critique There's a scene where Jeffrey Wright as Basquiat is just making, hands moving faster than the thought behind them, and something in a Blockbuster-lit basement in 1998 reached through the television and drove a stake into the bass of my medulla. It's still in there. I was a junior. Deep In It, the specific flavor you only get once — the year your becoming-self and your being-self fight in a ditch behind the school while something older just watches, taking notes. Basquiat's work didn't argue. It came through the wall already swinging, the drywall dust and knuckle blood, thrown in the dark by something that stopped caring whether it connected. That the-world-isn't-working-and-I-refuse-to-pretend-otherwise grimace matched a frequency I didn't have language for yet, because at seventeen depression doesn't arrive as a sentence you can diagram. It arrives as WEATHER; It's a black…