THE INTERMISSION & GALERIE ENRICO NAVARRA PRESENT: UNTITLED BY JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT

Basquiat didn’t paint—he punched holes in the walls of art. 

For his first exhibition ever in Greece, Untitled lands in Athens like a spark—raw and unfiltered. Young, sharp, and already furious, Basquiat scribbled royalty and ruin in the same breath. Language breaks apart. Symbols fight for space. A crown might mean power, or just how fast it can fall. These are the pages where he first carved out his mythology—where fists, skulls, and saints tangle in the margins. No title, because nothing this alive needs one.

Basquiat gave us noise with rhythm, chaos with code. His figures—black, brilliant, bruised—carry the weight of history with swagger and suspicion. 

He knew fame was a trap with gold teeth. But before the world could brand him, he gave it the truth: art that bleeds, art that laughs, art that runs wild through the cracks.