A piece made initially as single artwork for a friend of mine, but re-titled after having a conversation with my girlfriend about what she saw as she looked in the mirror.
“"He broke down haikus of wit and derision, painted on the walls of Soho, into single words and phrases. As he syncopated words, with passages of color sometimes borrowed from Abstract Expressionism and sometimes not, the texts themselves fell into rhyming discordancies, not unlike the rise of rap. Words became, as he explained, ‘brushstrokes,’ reprised ad libitum.” —Robert Farris Thompson on Jean-Michel Basquiat.