Andy Warhol's Dead

A sort of mini-project, sort of titled in my usual way after a song (Andy Warhol’s Dead by Transvision Vamp this time) – 32 tins of tomato soup to the same approximate dimensions of Warhol’s Campbell’s soup cans. Appropriation of an idea, twisting it to my own chosen media, and my own preferred soup flavour. Photography of a “readymade”?
Andy Warhol's Dead

Tomato Soup (after Andy Warhol)


Does this fit in any way with my supposed “grand narrative”? Well, I suppose it’s similar to the objects in A Forest, although that’s where I think the connections start and end. Does this matter in the great scheme of things? Am I what Lisa Barnard expects me to be/interprets me as wanting to be? Am I too superficial in my making? In my ideas? I think I’m getting closer to the realisation that if I work one theme, a grand narrative, I will soon tire and give up. This random approach may well dilute my work, confuse my oeuvre and ultimately deny me any sort of recognition within the outside world (and possibly even an MA), but it is more in keeping with my own psyche, my own way of doing things and my own raison d’être. Should I strive to produce the work that others expect of me, or what interests me? Even if that interest is only in transitory.

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