“People need to be made more aware of the need to work at learning how to live because life is so quick and sometimes it goes away too quickly.” – Andy Warhol
This past weekend was the last one for The Late Drawings of Andy Warhol: 1973-1987 exhibit at The Hyde Collection Museum in Glen Falls, and I almost didn’t go to it. I told myself there were far too many other things to do: the stack of recent journal articles I’ve been meaning to get to; student assignments that are in need of grading; the upcoming presentations for which I haven’t even begun putting together powerpoints; the apartment that, despite ongoing efforts, never seems to be completely clean; the piles of unwashed or unfolded laundry; and so on. In terms of triaging my limited time, a two-hour round trip trek to see a handful of sketches hardly seemed sufficiently important.
But in the end I went. I went because I view Andy Warhol as one of the great artists of more-or-less-recent time. I went because there’s something deeply invigorating to me to be in the presence of (the products of) creative genius. I went because in the short-term seeing Warhol’s 1983 Jean Cocteau and 1976 Cats means more to me than a perfect powerpoint, and because I imagine that in the long-term having been able to stand less than a foot away from his 1965 Portraits of the Artists or 10 Pop Artists 10 Times, 1973 Mao and 1987 Beethoven will mean more to me than reading a few more journal articles.
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