Chapter 180 179, Doodling Is so Simple, You Just Need to Have Hands?

Go back in time a little bit,

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the three American hooligans, Naoki Yongshan quickly turned to a certain alley of the street, and then grabbed a handful of snow and squatted at the corner.

In the alley, there was a black boy who was spray-painting something on the wall, and there were some bottles and cans in the corner,

"Hey, Man! You're blocking my wall!" The black guy looked thin and weak, with a literary temperament that was rarely seen in other black people.

"Hush~" Naoki Yongshan put a finger in front of his mouth, signaling him to be calm,

Then the black guy saw that the Asian man used the umbrella handle to hook a black guy who was chasing him to the ground, covered the other's face with snow, and used the umbrella to turn him over again.

He picked up his spray paint from the corner, and said to the two fallen people: "Spreus, Mare Faker!"

Then I sprayed it down hard, and then the two black buddies cried and howled.

"I was terrified at the time!"

In an interview a few years later, Jean-Michel Basquiat said,

"I thought it was going to be my next turn, so when the guy said 'RUN', I started running!"

Saw some unusual black dude suddenly start spraying on the wall,

"Are you doodling?"

"Otherwise?" The black guy said relentlessly, "You ruined my last painting~"

"What does it have to do with me? If you want to say, it's also the fault of those three guys!"

"How did they offend you?"

"Those three guys are going to rob me~"

? ? ?

What I saw was you fighting. Okay, the black guy stopped talking, and focused on spray painting again.

In fact, Naoki Naoyama doesn't even understand the art of street graffiti. In fact, he doesn't even understand the art works of post-modern artists.

A square of fireproof bricks placed indoors can sell for thousands of pounds? Sticking a banana on the wall can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars? Drawing six lines of circles on the blackboard can be worth hundreds of millions?

Sure enough, the artist's world is too deep to grasp!

But if you can't grasp it, it doesn't prevent Naoki Yongshan from making comments.

"Graffiti is like this, like a child is drawing."

"Hahaha, is this a tribute to Picasso?"

"No, it's better to use red here!"

Listening to this Asian man talking nonsense about his work, the black guy couldn't help it:

"Shut up! Do you know street art? Do you know graffiti? Do you know who I am, Basquiat?"

Yoho, looks like a well-known master of graffiti,

"I don't even know, but what's the matter? Isn't it easy to do something as simple as graffiti?"

Hearing this, the black boy was furious, and directly put the spray paint on Naoki Naoyama's hand, pointed at the wall next to him,

"Show me your skills!"

In March 1982, Basquiat was at the height of his power. He just held a solo exhibition in February, and he made a net profit of more than 200,000 US dollars. Now, this Asian kid, dare to come to my field?

Basquiat secretly satirized in his heart: "Create next to my Basquiat's graffiti, in less than a week, the whole New York will know your overreach!"

Being stabbed like this all of a sudden, Naoki Naoyama was a bit rushed to put it on the shelves. He didn't have any painters at all. In the past, he had to ask Sister Nakamori to help design an earmuff.

Basquiat sneered at the side: "What's the matter? Can't draw it? Isn't it enough to have hands?"

"How is it possible, I'm just thinking~" Naoki Yongshan said with a mouthful, and then thought of the simplest way, just graffiti, not too complicated, no problem with stick figures, just a circle with four lines, just right here is a corner.

Naoki Yongshan directly used spray paint to draw a big-headed stick figure of equal height in the corner, holding something like a spray paint can in his hand, and there were two fallen stick figures on the ground, and another one on the other side of the corner heading this way Running stickman. This is how the gangsters got knocked down.

"Give me the red spray paint~"

He changed the color unceremoniously, matched the spray paint in the stickman's hand with red spray, matched his black head with white eyes and the mouth of the crooked dragon king, and added lines beside the head: "Suprise !!! Mother Fu*ker!!!”

"It's done!" Naoki Yongshan said to Basquiat brazenly, "How about it, not bad!"

Basquiat looked at the magical stickman and didn't want to say anything more: "You are not graffiti at all!"

Naoki Yongshan asked curiously: "What do you mean? This is not a street? I didn't spray paint on the wall? Or are there any rules for street graffiti?"

But this question stopped Basquiat, yeah, when did graffiti have rules? He is the most free art!

Thinking of this, Basquiat couldn't help but be speechless. He didn't see clearly like this outsider, and finally reluctantly admitted: "Well, it's street graffiti."

Then I started to perfect my work again.

"Haha~" Naoki Yongshan felt very interesting when he saw this black guy started spray painting again. Although he just met a few black gangsters, this black guy seems to be different from them, he is quite an interesting guy. "Your name is Basquiat?"

"Yeah, have you heard my name?"

"Didn't you just say that?"

The black boy stopped talking again.

"My English name is William~" Naoki Yongshan introduced himself, and said his identity in the United States, "I can be regarded as a writer."

"Oh ho? Write jokes?"

"Of course not, I'm a children's literature writer~"

The two became acquainted with each other through this question and answer.

By the time this painting is finished, it can already be called a relationship of friends.

"SO, those three black gangsters have been following you? Then you bought clothes and had lunch?" Basquiat was surprised, "Are you so brave?"

"Anyway, they can't do much~" Naoki Yongshan wanted to raise his arms to show off his muscles, but was blocked by the cotton coat.

"That's right, you Asians seem to know kung fu, bushido, taekwondo and so on." Basquiat thought of Naoki Naoki's neatly getting down on the two gangsters before, and he seemed to be better at it.

Naoki Yongshan was amused: "Who said that, I just act more decisively."

After finishing speaking, he sighed: "But I didn't expect New York to be so dangerous. Even Manhattan during the day is robbed by black people. It seems that the afternoon tour will be cancelled."

But suddenly seeing that Basquiat is also black, he explained dryly: "Sorry, I didn't mean you"

"Yo Man, not all niggas are gangsters!"

Basquiat also felt a little ashamed for his black compatriots, and thought that the guy he just met in front of him actually had a bad impression of black people because of this, so he decided to try to restore some black images.

"William, this afternoon I will show you what a real black man in New York looks like!"

"What?" Naoki Yongshan was a little surprised, he thought he must be going back to the hotel in the afternoon.

"follow me!"

For some reason, Naoki Naoyama believed this guy a little bit, maybe he was dressed properly? Or maybe it's because he's thin and deceptive?

Anyway, after returning to the clothing store to retrieve the camera, I followed him.

With Basquiat leading the way, Naoki Naoyama gradually walked through the midtown of Manhattan and came to the Chelsea neighborhood, where industrial culture and street art blend, known as the most literary neighborhood, where countless people gather. Galleries and galleries.

Here, the large portable stereo is the standard equipment for street fashion people, the spray can is the weapon of street painters, and music and painting are the channels for communication between different races and different cultures here.

Basquiat is obviously the star here. Many people greeted him on the road, and there were no less than ten classic black chest bumps, which made Naoki Naoyama a little worried about Basquiat's small body.

"Hey, Basquiat, where are you taking me?" Naoki Naoyama asked while taking pictures.

"To experience the real New York culture~" Basquiat laughed like a child, "William, don't worry, I won't sell you~"

Hehe, if this is not bustling Manhattan, but Brooklyn, I'm really worried.

"Look, that's my 'gallery' over there."

Basquiat pointed to an empty street and said that the walls on both sides of the street were covered with strange but colorful graffiti works,

Their creators were excitedly introducing the origins of the graffiti, and then suddenly came to the inspiration,

"William, please wait a moment, I thought of another work."

As he said that, he took out the spray can from his backpack. It turned out that such a big bag was full of spray paint.

Watching the black guy fall into creation again, Naoki Naoyama felt bored after taking a few photos around,

Is such a long street full of this guy's inkjet? Seeing a few spray cans scattered on the street, Naoki Naoyama randomly picked them up and pressed them. There are still paints?

So the street artist Naoki went online again. He sprayed a few half-height stick figures in the blank space of the wall, then found scattered spray cans of other colors, and drew a small flag for each stick figure. The stickman is done.

Stand up and look at the stickman as if cheering other graffiti creations on the street.

"You should sign it."

Basquiat, who had completed his work, was also watching the graffiti. After he had a deeper understanding of the most free art, he didn't care about Naoki Naoki painting in his "gallery". Instead, he encouraged: "I should sign it~"

"Signature? Isn't street graffiti never signed?" Yongshan Naoki was puzzled.

"A symbol, a pattern, a feature, which can represent your logo, are all called 'signatures'," Basquiat said, "just like my previous SAMO series."

"That's it~" Naoki Yongshan didn't think about his own signature. Looking at the stick figures without facial expressions, he suddenly wanted to add a little emotion to them, so he drew a stick figure on the head of a stick figure. thread, and wrote a sentence: "Suprise!!! Mother Fu*ker!!!"

"Hahaha, this is very interesting!" Yongshan Naoki laughed, although the current stickman is raising the flag to cheer, but the feeling of irony comes up all of a sudden.

Basquiat next to him looked at this graffiti and felt very speechless, but if he watched it for a long time, the stick figure with this line was very magical, and it seemed really interesting.

"William, do you want to be called Mare Faker as your stage name in the future?"

"Hahaha, it's not bad to be called Mare Falkman! Maybe I can manage a global organization in the future~" Naoki Yongshan said an inconspicuous joke, and no one else understood it except himself.

Basquiat shook his head: "Okay, William, let's go to the next place~"

"where to?"

"The Mudd Club!"

Going to the club so early? Naoki Naoyama looked at the sky, it was only after 3 o'clock, the name of this club seems very familiar, where have you heard it? Is it a famous club?

"Isn't it a little too early?"

"Of course not directly, I have to pick up my girlfriend first~"

Um. Could it be that I want to be a light bulb?

Naoki Yongshan complained silently in his heart, but he followed sincerely.

There are many bars and nightclubs in Tribeca.

Basquiat led Naoki Nagayama around and around, and walked for nearly half an hour before arriving at a bar.

After entering, under the dim light, there are already many hippies drinking, and the resident band is also singing.

Basquiat greeted the bartender skillfully, went straight to the counter, put his backpack under the counter,

"William, my girlfriend is singing, let's have a glass of wine first~"

As he said that, he started to mix wine, and he was able to play tricks, which is really versatile.

"Okay~" Naoki Naoyama, what else could he say?

A beautiful glass of cocktail arrived in front of you very quickly. The 3 layers of liquors of different colors were clearly separated, showing the superb skills of the bartender.

"I want this cup!"

Basquiat, who had just made a fortune, obviously didn't care about small money. He also mixed a cocktail himself, and then sat in front of the stage with Naoki Nagayama.

The band on the stage was singing rock and roll, Basquiat pointed to the lead girl and said, "That's my girl~"

An indescribable pride.

The girl on the stage has a pure and charming face, a hot body, a pure voice, passionate singing, and an outstanding vocal range.

"Beautiful and a great singer, you earned it!"

Naoki Yongshan clinked a glass with him, showing a manly smile.

Soon after the song was sung, the singer on stage changed, and then the female singer ran over from the side,

After seeing Basquiat, they rushed over and hugged each other, and had a long wet French kiss.

Naoki Naoyama on the side suddenly covered his forehead, "Where are you Taro, I can't eat so much dog food.

"Honey, this is William, my friend I just met."

After getting bored with his girlfriend for a while, Basquiat finally realized that a friend was there,

"William, this is my girlfriend, Madonna."

Naoki Yongshan didn't have any special reaction, and greeted politely: "Hi, my English name is William, I'm from Japan, and I'm a writer~"

The girl seemed to have not seen such a rigid self-introduction for a long time: "Hahaha, I haven't heard such a rigid introduction for a long time. Are you from more than ten years ago?"

Then I remembered something again, and coughed pretendingly: "Then, my full name is Madonna Louise Ciccone, from Michigan, and currently a singer!"

Then he laughed with Basquiat, the two of them were loving each other, and they forgot the existence of Naoki Nagayama.

"Madonna?!!" The names, places of birth, and occupations of people from later generations are all matched!

At this moment, Naoki Yongshan was so shocked by this sentence that he couldn't speak.

Could this cheerful girl be the future American music queen?

Although I have met many celebrities, but this one,

It can really be said that among the celebrities in the music industry I have seen, the coffee rank is the highest.

Moreover, she actually had a boyfriend and girlfriend with a black street artist? ! !