“You’re a killer of art, you’re a killer of beauty, and you’re even a killer of laughter. I can’t bear your work!”
Willem de Kooning, yelling at Andy Warhol at a Larry Rivers party.
Where artist like Beuys sought to make the world a better place through their art, clearly did Warhol did not. By mimicking the aesthetic of commerce and advertising, he only added to our cultural clutter. By celebrating the idea of celebrity, he championed superficiality. If artists like de Kooning are an ocean in their depth, Warhol is a dirty puddle.
One of Warhol’s first commercial successes was his 32 Campbell’s Soup Cans (1962).
The soup cans at least could not be confused with the real thing, but Warhol soon remedied that with his Brillo Boxes, (1964).
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic. Andy Warhol. By celebrating superficiality and celebrity culture, Andy Warhol became a celebrity himself.
Soon Warhol puts himself before the work. In Warhol’s first museum show at the Philadelphia Institute of Contemporary Art in 1965, the expected crowd was eager not so much to see the work, but rather the artist. Warhol obliged them when Sam Green, fearing that the work might be damaged in the crowd, ordered that the work be taken down from the gallery walls.
With fame came money, and Andy, true to his superficiality, loved money more than anything else in the world. I'd asked around 10 or 15 people for suggestions... Finally one lady friend asked the right question, "Well, what do you love most?" That's how I started painting money. Andy Warhol. Warhol also tells us, Making money is art. And working is art. And good business is the best art. There is nothing wrong with making money from your art, but making money is certainly not art.
The people gave Andy Warhol wealth and fame, and what does he give us in return? He purposefully tries to bore us to death. One film, Empire (1964), is nothing more than slow motion, static footage of the Empire State building, stretched out to eight hours and five minutes. The video below is a ten minute excerpt, but a poor quality full length version is available on YouTube if you wish to torture yourself.
Oh, and here is another video, Andy Warhol Eating a Hamburger (1982). No meaning, no aesthetic, nothing but banal, boring nonsense. At least with his celebrity portraits there was a formal aesthetic, composition and color, but here the boredom seems calculated and cruel. There is nothing here, nothing to take away, just Andy Warhol, eating a hamburger.