I went to see the Andy Warhol exhibition today at the Ashmolean. I did try to keep an open mind, but I’m afraid to say the whole anti-art ethos of it completely underwhelmed me. I couldn’t detect even a glimmer of life in anything – just tedious celebrity culture and flat mass-production. The emperor has no clothes, and we can see his arse.
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Nine arses, each with a different colour.
Bottoms!
tee hee hee, snigger snigger
No, I don’t particularly care for Warhol, either.
Very impressive. The mark of a good painting is that the arses appear to follow you round the room!
Not a lot of people know that, Dud.
I side with you!! I made such a a comment once and was humiliated by “You just don’t understand art” from some former friends.
Those people then needed to explain to you what they thought you missed. However, if the work itself says nothing to you, then it says nothing to you. I believe you shouldn’t have to read up on a true work of art to get an emotional response to it. The emotion can be positive or negative, but, for me, it has to be an emotion, not just a cerebral puzzle.