Andy Warhol, friendly and contradictory, dedicated his life to building icons. The one he built about himself is, from our point of view, his best work.
Indiscuted icon of Pop Art to the point of preventing the vision of something else. He wanted it like this:
“If you want to know everything about Andy Warhol, just look at the surface of my paintings and movies and there I am. There is nothing behind.”
His obsession with money and fame tends to provoke a quick and easy judgement, but many of his statements suggest a second reading at least.
“A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it and you know it.”
His exaltation of consumeris shows us the most naive facet of the capitalism, that which talks to us of the democratization of consumerism, opportunities for all and the American dream. And even this, many aspects of his life and career raise contempt for the system and society with which he had profited::
“I have decided on something: to market really stinky things They will quickly become successful in a mass market that really sucks.”
Statements like these are twinned directly with Marcel Duchamp, whose position regarding the commercialization of art is located in the antipodes of Warhol’s. Or maybe not…
The series “Altered images” that Christopher Makos made in 1981 and that brings together more than 300 portraits of his transvestite female friend, emulating the style of some divas of the moment, seems to be on the trail of Duchamp’s alter ego as Rrose Sélavy.
Seen in this way, Warhol and Duchamp seem to us heads and tails of the same coin.
“I am a deeply superficial person.”
Warhol was a deeply religious person who attended church almost every day of his life, and worked as a volunteer in various shelters for homeless people in Nueva York.
This facet of his charcater coexists with that of the man who provocatively exhibits his sexuality and reaffirms his amoral personality regardless of the artistic elites of the moment. In parallel, his obsession with money marks with mathematical precision the success of his career.
In the end, the suspicion that there was something not deeply superficial about the man is inevitable.Maybe, sometimes the best way to preserve something precious is by building a large outer shell.