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 ?œBeauty 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, ?œScreen 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.

?œIs something going to happen???I looked up not entirely sure what she meant. ?œI mean does something come on or change???/P>

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