Andy Warhol, Brillo Box (Soap Pads). 1964, MoMA It has happened to me several times, and it will certainly have happened to you too, to run into someone to whom, asking him what work he does, with discouraging naivety, you heard “the artist” answer. Whenever this happens, as far as I am concerned, I feel deep embarrassment and pain for them and an overwhelming desire to run away from them. A self-declaration is therefore sufficient to give role and […]
