Regarding Warhol: Sixty Artists, Fifty Years. The Metropolitan Museum of Art
I really had no intention of seeing this show, but since I
was up at the Met to see the George Bellows show (more on him later) I figured
why not, I mean how bad could it be? I knew that it had pretty much been panned
by most critics but hey its Warhol, pop, celebrity, color, fun right? Well
wrong it was even worse than what I was expecting. Crowded and badly installed
with many mediocre works by 60 count them 60 artists who seem to have been
chosen by having their names pulled from a hat. Why these artists and not 60
others that could equally have illustrated the curators rather murky, weak and
obvious thesis of how Warhol has been influencing artists for the past Fifty
years. Ok I get it, and I hardly need these curators to remind me of this fact
that I got way back when. Why not simply have a Warhol retrospective and be
done with it instead of mounting this lumbering show that has the feeling of a
high school popularity contest featuring all the usual overrated suspects that
I have come to know and hate. Remember in high school the art students who
although not as talented as yourself seemed to always get picked to design the
senior button, the yearbook cover and were voted artist of the year, then you
can begin to get the feel and drift of this dreadful show that is actually like
the visual equivalent of an episode of “Glee” but not nearly as much fun. And
it goes on forever with galleries devoted to different themes and subjects so
the crowds can understand what they are seeing, never mind the question that
was in my head throughout this joyless ride why? The show for me finally has some pleasure in the last gallery
that is devoted only to Warhol with walls covered with his marvelous
fluorescent “Cow Wallpaper” and his helium-filled silver pillows floating above
my head and the Velvet Underground lightly singing in the background. This is
the worst exhibition of 2012.
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