My creative family tree project continues with Keith Haring. Haring wrote often and I'm enjoying reading his journal entries. Researching Haring has been very different than Jean Michel Basquiat and Paul Klee (and the Klee page entry here) because so much of it is in his own words.
"Now I regret that I hadn't continued to write constantly. Especially in the years from 1980-1984, when so many things happened that changed my life and things happened so quickly that it became one big blur. When they are dissected and put in a logical order, the "rise to success," as it is sarcastically called, is not as astonishing or "overnight" as it may appear.
I keep thinking that the main reason I am writing is fear of death. I think I finally realize the importance of being alive. Life is so fragile. It is a very fine line between life and death.
I think it is very important to be in love with life. I have met people who are in their 70s or 80s and love life so much that, behind their aged bodies, the numbers disappear. Life is very fragile and always elusive. As soon as we think we "understand," there is another mystery. I don't understand anything. That is, I think, the key to understanding everything."
-Keith Haring, journal entry from 1989
Keith Haring died the following year in February 1990 at the age of thirty-one.