For those of you who haven't already, get out there and discover Warhol. Its not all about campbells soup and brillo pads, and even the monroe portraits have infiltrated our common perception of modern popular art they fail to arouse much interest any more.
However, the true beauty and seduction in andys art is the thought process, the enignma and startling business savvy that went on in the modern icons life. The exhibition in edinburgh is a comprehensive display of almost all warhols self portraits, from early line drawings to the touched up glam silkscreens, to the later works post his near death shooting by valerie solanis, including the disturbing and dark "fright wig" silkscreens.
What the curators of this exhibition tried to show was that through all the legendary work andy produced and the scores of self portraits, unlike other artists trying to show their souls, andy never gives anything away. He remained a mysterious albino genius, forever hiding behind his wig and shades, surrounded by everything cool to come out of new york. He unashamedly covered up his blemishes, posed himself like a catalogue model, and iv always been utterly seduced by him and all he did.
The repetition of images (a warhol trademark if there ever was one) is powerful when viewed in full size; the same portrit repeated maybe 10 times sequentially with colour and filter variations, reminded us of the falling star, the fading and fickle nature of celebrity and the viewers numbness to images that shock (perhaps better seen in his electric chair, car crash or suicides work) with pattern and repetition.
Fall in love with factory life. Or go and see Chic Thug live to witness a warholian audio visual rock n roll show (sorry, shameless plug of my band)
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