One of the greatest things about living in London is that on any given day, there's a multitude of places and events to discover, regardless of what you're into. Tonight, I visited the Gagosian Gallery for the 'Avedon Warhol' exhibition: photographs by Richard Avedon, accompanied by paintings by Andy Warhol.
I can't claim to be an art connoisseur. I've heard of Andy Warhol, of course, but not of Richard Avedon, a prolific photographer whose work is featured in many permanent collections in major museums worldwide, and who photographed many of the biggest politicians and celebrities of the 1950s-2000s, including Warhol.
It was a packed opening. Many attendees - no doubt more culturally and artistically alert - seemed to know what they were talking about, whereas I'd have to consult my cheat sheet to tell you that "portraiture was a shared focus of both artists, and they made use of repetition and serialization."
My deep and insightfully artistic response to that is: Good for them. Really. I just love seeing work - and meeting people - who are driven to do something they love, something that stirs them. Even though photography and painting both aren't 'my thing,' I appreciated that feeling tonight, of knowing and witnessing that there are callings out there to be found and explored.
And I appreciated having just the smallest amount of insight despite my ignorance: Warhol's painting, The Last Supper, painted in 1986, naturally brought back memories of seeing Leonardo da Vinci's original just a few short weeks ago. I remembered the names of some of the apostles: That's Thomas, pointing at the sky, signifying the resurrection. That's Philip, imploring Jesus for an explanation of who is going to betray him.
See? Sometimes I'm cultured too.