The weather is getting warmer every day in Pittsburgh. Spring is here and summer will soon be here. I think it’s time for me to visit the childhood home of Andy Warhol again.
Andy Warhol grew up in my neighborhood. I live in (North) Oakland and he grew up in (South) Oakland down near the University of Pittsburgh. So, every year when the weather gets warmer I take several long walks during the spring and summer through the campus, through Schenley Park and I come out in (South) Oakland in about half an hour. Then it’s a short walk down Dawson Street to the working-class home he grew up in.
I stand across the street from the house and just look at it for a few moments. There is nothing about the house that says Andy grew up there. No plaque. No graffiti. Nothing.
Then I begin my nice long walk back to my apartment building.
For some reason this ritual fortifies me in what I’m trying to do with this blog. I guess it’s because Andy Warhol was successful in bringing together in his own work the commercial and the mundane and the profane to make it into art.
I’ve often stated in this blog that I consider this little girlie magazine of mine a work of art in progress. I try to run it like a business and at times it is definitely profane; but at the same time I’m reaching for something beyond the commercial and the erotic. I’m reaching for art.
Andy Warhol, the Old Soldier salutes you!