The Andy Warhol exhibit has been in Seoul for months now. I've been meaning to go but I've been preoccupied with hangovers and projects. God knows if I could find a hot glue gun here, I wouldn't even leave the house. Craft time = Cassie's happy face.
The exhibit was great. A lot of great works I wasn't expecting to see. Warhol was such a nut. A clever, groupie-like, narcissistic nut. His series of Mick Jagger are my favorite. Mick Jagger has one ugly mug, but the series is dramatic and the 80's at its best. Would love some of those prints one day when I have enough wall space. Or a wall in general.
There were so many, scratch that, TOO many people there. I hate crowded museums. It feels like being walked in on, in the shower. I just want to gasp and point at people and do a shakey-finger-point maneuver that tells them quite clearly to get the hell out.
Really being able to enjoy art is kind of a private thing for me. Don't look at me looking at it. And don't you look at it either. Does that make sense? With Koreans having zero awareness for personal space, I couldn't exactly enjoy much of the work without being poked and proded to move along by a cattle ranching grannie who wouldn't get away from me.
For anyone else in Seoul, I highly suggest you visit. Perhaps you should go on a weekday though, as the weekends proved to be hard on the rib cage.
me too.
The Banana. 
Stylin. Profilin'.
True.
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