art/history: i'm no jean-michel & this is no samo. it's difficult to be pithy & brief when attempting to reduce one of the art world's human comets to an aphorism...& so the point is lost. there was poetry in his art & art in his poetry. acute observations were scrawled across the walls of lower manhattan before images were consecrated on canvas & achieving immortality. sadly, basquiat unravelled #otd in 1988, victim of his heroin addiction, barely 10 years into a career that fused social commentary with bold, colourful neoexpressionism. he left an indelible stamp that undoubtedly teased the talent from banksy & shepard fairey.