I don’t think Andy’s being coy there. Well, at least not entirely so. Surfaces are what his work is all about. I know we often identify the surface of things as not having much to do with depth. ‘You can’t judge a book by it’s cover” and “Beauty is only skin deep” are two of our timeworn responses to surface. But in Warhol’s work what surfaces there are! Shadows made from ink mixed with diamond dust. Ultra-vivid greens, purples and red popping off of canvas and paper. Repeated faces of celebrities in every color imaginable. Green Marilyn Monroes pouting at blue eye shadow wearing Chairman Mao’s. Cotton candy pink and silver electric chairs nestled amongst day-glo cow heads. These pieces are a miracle of color and line.

The technique is so clean and masterful that if that were all, it would still be worthy enough to warrant our contemplation. This isn’t to say that Warhol’s meaning is cheap, shallow or easy to understand.

At the exhibit I sat watching the long, single-take film portraits of various New York undergroundites called, “Screen Tests” when a lady cautiously approached. She’d been by a few times and had finally decided to ask me a question. Why she chose me, I have no idea. Perhaps she figured that as I sat there seemingly enjoying these films, I must be able to help her.

“Is something going to happen?” I looked up not entirely sure what she meant. “I mean does something come on or change?”