Pop Art has had its moment in the sixties I think. Nowadays, everyone can make their own graphic image and claim the Lichtenstien-Warhol throne (Julian Opie is the one exception, I am a big fan). Its easy, it reminds us of comic strips, its pleasing to the eye and its not deep. You are not challenged by pop art, not anymore at least. If I were a piece of pop art I would be feeling insecure.
Kinda like I do in the grips of a passionate romance. I love you, I want you, please don't hurt me, I hate you, I hate your power over me. And like a reworked and recycled piece of pop art I would worry about my originality, did he love someone this much before, am I better or worse, does he find her hotter than me, prettier, younger (the last one might be a moot point actually). All you can do when you are feeling insecure and desperate for reassurance is to resist the urge to do something stupid and remember that you are not a piece of pop art, like Herr Michel's work here. Channel your inner je ne sais quoi, after all, the flipside of crazy bliss is crazy this...
Kinda like I do in the grips of a passionate romance. I love you, I want you, please don't hurt me, I hate you, I hate your power over me. And like a reworked and recycled piece of pop art I would worry about my originality, did he love someone this much before, am I better or worse, does he find her hotter than me, prettier, younger (the last one might be a moot point actually). All you can do when you are feeling insecure and desperate for reassurance is to resist the urge to do something stupid and remember that you are not a piece of pop art, like Herr Michel's work here. Channel your inner je ne sais quoi, after all, the flipside of crazy bliss is crazy this...
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