Back to the alphabet in art.

Andy Warhol. Marilyn Monroe. Campbell’s Tomato Soup. Pop Art. Celebrity.

Here’s a picture of Warhol:  life is art.

I once had an Andy Warhol siting in Manhattan in the 1980s.  I was at Christie’s, the famous art auctioneers, on Park Avenue, and Andy was there too.  We were both looking at the current offerings (i.e. the next bunch of paintings for sale) and, once I saw him, I stopped looking at the art on the walls and looked instead at Andy.  He was so “put together” as his easily noticed persona as art god, that I followed him from section to section, never taking my eyes off of him unless he seemed to notice me.  Which he mostly didn’t.  And, when he did, he just thought I was one of the usual culture vultures.  At least, I assume that was his assumption.