i shot andy warhol lyrics::He changed american culture i shot andy warhol lyrics
i shot andy warhol lyrics::He changed american culture.
You can worship him for that.
N becoming an icon, it is useful to die young, and andy warhol managed this in the nick of time, at the age of fiftyeight, with the help of lifelong frailty and some negligent postoperative care at new york hospital.
Celebrities notoriously get distracted care, but in this case the nurse supposedly watching over him was reading the bible and did not know her patient was a famous artist.
At the back of the sumptuous catalog, we find these selfdefinitive aphorisms: if you want to know all about andy warhol, just look at the surface.
I like boring things.
I like things to be exactly the same over and over again.
Because the more you look at the same thing, the more the meaning goes away, and the better and emptier you feel.
Never so empty, though, that he stopped working, as duchamp did, in a final gesture of dada subversion.
Andy, the benign, wan apostle of surface and nullity, reconciling us to a cluttered world emptied of more than superficial content.
His heritage is all around us, wherever reality feels like television and art like a silkscreened weegee.
You can worship him for that.
N becoming an icon, it is useful to die young, and andy warhol managed this in the nick of time, at the age of fiftyeight, with the help of lifelong frailty and some negligent postoperative care at new york hospital.
Celebrities notoriously get distracted care, but in this case the nurse supposedly watching over him was reading the bible and did not know her patient was a famous artist.
At the back of the sumptuous catalog, we find these selfdefinitive aphorisms: if you want to know all about andy warhol, just look at the surface.
I like boring things.
I like things to be exactly the same over and over again.
Because the more you look at the same thing, the more the meaning goes away, and the better and emptier you feel.
Never so empty, though, that he stopped working, as duchamp did, in a final gesture of dada subversion.
Andy, the benign, wan apostle of surface and nullity, reconciling us to a cluttered world emptied of more than superficial content.
His heritage is all around us, wherever reality feels like television and art like a silkscreened weegee.
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