"It’s a portrait of a group of people coming to terms with what it means to be an artist in the 21st century dealing with blackness, with individuality.”
I have determined it's a psychological thing, probably caused by anxiety and worsened by insomnia. And I am pretty sure it
It does not come as a surprise that in times of the 'selfie', portraiture as an artistic genre seems to be a casualty. The thing is that painting portraits takes far too long. We just cannot hold our attention for that long.
There's seemingly nothing to be seen in or on them except for one color (or white or black) and some texture, maybe.
It's often been observed that one must leave the country of birth to see it more clearly, a truism that applies to politics, but also to art. The exhibit of Walker Evans at Die Photographische Sammlung in Köln is a perfect case in point.