Warhol and Mallomars



I have spent the morning eating mallomars and watching a documentary on Andy Warhol. The man was a camera, taking it in, spitting it out beautifully but always removed from the people in his work. He produced the pictures and movies so that you saw who the people in his work really were without feeling anything for them. Fascinating, beautiful and horrifying stuff all at once. That he could use color to create that awful distance was genius. Look at the painting above. You can see Jackie Kennedy's grief so plainly but the purple color makes sure you don't feel it. I think Warhol was some kind of monster in how he used people up to create his art, but still I'm eager to look at his work. Maybe I'm a voyeur, or just fascinated at the idea of looking at someone and seeing their essence without reaching out to it or into it.

So, I have done very little of any worth today and will now atone by washing the dishes. Happy Saturday!

Andy Warhol
by David Bowie


(this is andy warhole and it’s take one, take one)
It’s, it’s warhol actually
(what did I say)
Whole, it’s whole as in wholes
(andy warhol)
Wah, andy war hol, andy war hol (he)
Like whole hub
He
Ha
Are you ready
(yeah)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two new pence to have a go
I’d like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Can’t tell them apart at all

Andy walking, andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he’s fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise (hm hm hm)
When he wakes up on the sea
He sure to think of me and you
He’ll think about paint and he’ll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do

Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Can’t tell them apart at all

Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Can’t tell them apart at all