I'd like to think, that were he alive today, Warhol would be painting the Housewives.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You know, one of the only times I ever wrote about art was the obituary of Warhol that I did for the Village Voice.
The great thing about a painter is that he or she lives on - I mean, Andrew Wyeth is more in his paintings than he was walking around.
The quality I most loved in Warhol - it was his sense of wonder. I mean, he was - absolutely everything was, 'Oh my God, isn't that wonderful!'. You know, and so it wasn't that he was cool and kind of calculated at all. He was very childlike.
If they were starting their careers today, Rockwell and Picasso would probably both be painting on black velvet.
So, did I work with Warhol? I worked with him less on that play then I did on other things. He actually did a portrait of my rabbit and some other stuff. Warhol was definitely... Warhol.
Andy Warhol's art wasn't that interesting to me. He was more interesting to me as a person. He was art himself. I don't even think he was really into art, per se. He may have liked to do it, but I think he was more into people being into him.
I thought it would be very nice to become Picasso or Rembrandt, or a van Gogh.
If you want to know all about Andy Warhol, just look at the surface of my paintings and films and me, and there I am. There's nothing behind it.
Perhaps all artists were, in a sense, housewives: tenders of the earth household.
Andy Warhol made fame more famous.