KHALID ROBINSON ISHALID ROBINSON IS zigzagging through galleries at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art when a disturbing canvas stops him in his tracks. It depicts a naked man with a vertical gash in his torso, through which a second naked man, covered in blood, drifts outward. The painting, by the surrealist Victor Brauner, is titled “Suicide at Dawn.” “It’s from 1930!” Khalid says incredulously, scanning the wall text. “That’s crazy to me, to think about how long people have been making art about pain, about love – about all the things we’re still making art about.” He lingers a moment, then starts moving again. “I’ve written songs about friends who dealt with suicidal thoughts,” he says, following a train of thought. “I’ve never felt that way myself, exactly,…