I found out that I am growing increasingly impatient with exhibitions like this. This Andy Warhol exhibition prides itself to be showing one of the most complete collections of Warhol to date, but what is the use to have to dig through piles of irrelevant notes, letters and audio fragments? The curator says it will shed light on the conceptual development of the artist, but it didn’t work for me. Not that I didn’t enjoyed myself; the almost complete collection of movies was interesting to see. It’s fascinating to see this development of fame and life as art, although no answer was given to the question what triggered Warhol in this process. In a sense it’s sobering to see yourself looking at for example a voyeuristic Warhol movie of David Bowie blabbering about some Italian designer and going to Milan to shop for clothes; it’s empty, but you will keep watching, because it’s David Bowie. The spin of being famous and this commercial art is omni-present today and Andy Warhol invented it.
