Frank Ocean is, without dispute, one of the most fearless artists of our age.
Certainly there are no shortage of other artists pushing the boundaries of creativity to the breaking point. Members of the Russian punk band Pussy Riot were sentenced to two years in a penal colony for performing an anti-Putin song in a Moscow cathedral, and despite his staggering international renown, we still don’t know the true identity of Banksy.
Those are just two off-the-cuff examples among thousands of artists defying commercial, artistic and political limitations to a depth that even the almighty Ocean has yet to swim, but Ocean also sits in an extremely rare position.
Both the outsider and the GRAMMY-award winner, the recluse and the platinum seller, Ocean shoulders the unique burden of attempting to break convention while millions scream-tweet their demands for his art, and the weight of expectation and pressure had to feel suffocating at times. Perhaps all the time.