"I like boring things" - Andy Warhol.
1928 - 1987
I remember it so well. I had my hair scraped up into the neatest ballerina's bun imaginable and I wore a black and purple flower velvet dress with my white tights and black patent buckle shoes. I looked fricken amazing if I do say so myself. Anyways, my dad drove us over there and I fell in love immediately. The colours, settled on white walls and stands popped out at me. Everything was huge and playful looking. Fun. Exciting. Nothing like I had ever seen before in my short-lived life. I had also known who Marilyn Monroe (one of my icons) was too so when I saw her stunning face projected into many pictures and colours I was in awe. I remember the huge multicoloured pictures of Elvis and of a bunch of Campbell's tomato soup boxes stacked sporadically on a stand in the middle of a room. I was enthralled. I had never eperienced nothing like this at all in my life.
There were interactive pieces too. "The Lindy Tuck-In Turn-Man" dancing diagram was printed onto the floor so people could practice it, which my father and myself tried out and fell over. Naturally. That's what happens when you put the two must left-feeted people together and try and get them to try the Foxtrot. But that's besides the point. I just basically fell in love with this man "Andy Warhol". I'd never met him or knew what he even looked like, but he seemed like my kind of guy and we could have the laughs together. Maybe he would've liked my headless Barbies. Alas, this meeting was never to proceed, as the little fucker died 2 years before I was even born. The sheer nerve of the guy. I immediately forgave him when I entered that a room that said "NO ADULTS ALLOWED". Dad stood at the door while I roamed inside. There were other children my age playing with what I can only describe as inflatable silver pillows. Lots and lots of them. I was in complete and utter awe of the whole spectacle. It felt like I was in a little haven where I could do what I wanted. The room just screamed FUN to me. I could just picture Warhol looking over the children with joy on his face, loving the fact that parents and adults could not join in, that this was purely art for the children.