Some time ago I watched a documentary on Basquiat. I knew nothing about him or his work and was, naturally, sort of amazed by how crazy, disjointed, and dysfunctional his life was - even for an artist. His art pretty much repelled me - although not entirely. There's 'something' there, a wild electric quality that comes through the slap-dash graffitti, and I'm not sure I like it but it's part of our culture and a real slice of the times he lived in.