
I made the mistake of watching Factory Girl last week. (Can I have those 2 hours of my life back please?) It was a pretty bad movie but it opened up a whole new can of worms, or can of Campbell's soup, regarding Warhol for me. I have been questioning how someone can be a fan of art when the person who made it is morally questionable? Is morality as subjective as art? I suspected that Warhol was a bitchy queen to say the least, but the truth is that he habitually used people, and was a vapid and shallow man. I pulled out a book I have on him, mostly artwork, with a timeline and short history of his life in the back. In the end I have been feeling sorry for him. He had a hard life of childhood poverty and religious guilt. In some ways I can even relate to his 1st generation immigrant struggle as a creative person. And ultimately I am moved by his vision of art, especially in the context of his generation. Here is a favorite:Eggs by Andy Warhol c.1982

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