Well, let’s get to the heart of the matter; poor Andy was a one-trick pony who fooled the world and the intelligensia into thinking he was an artist not just a fright-wigged weird dude with goofy friends and celebrity connections.
There are some retrospectives that show an artist’s life work in such away as to open your mind; I’m thinking of the original Kandinsky show at the Guggenheim or the de Chirico show now at the Palais de Tokyo; and there are others where it is obvious the person, once finished school or an academy sticks to one style, groove, theme; here I think of Sisley, all that seeing the Sisley show at the Orsay convinced me was that if you’ve seen one Sisley you’ve seen ‘em all, Spiro T!
Now we can’t all be Picasso, and maybe Rembrandt could be charged with a static style, but viewing hundreds of these screen-style pieces by Warhol led to no new ideas, feelings or conclusions except that we’ve been had by a very clever media manipulator.
Go? Well, as my luncheon friend said “I want to see them all together.” OK. But I think it's a scam.
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