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    Warhol Museum

    September 23, 2016

    Paul and I had a quick breakfast of toast and jam and caffeine.  

     

    He had the coffee; I had tea.

     

    We dropped off a lamp to his youngest daughter's home, and headed for the Warhol Museum.

     

    Traffic was non-existent because it was just after 10 a.m.

     

    Everyone was at work.

     

    When we walked into the museum, pink cows greeted us.  Paul liked those cows.

     

    Although the museum had a $20 admission for each adult, we paid the student rate due to some confusion over reciprocity agreements between museums.

     

    The place had seven floors; however, the second floor -- the special exhibit section -- was closed for the next installation.

     

    We walked through every floor of the museum where Andy Warhol's life was broken up into decades.

     

    I cannot say enough positive comments about this place; nearly every floor had an interactive area following a tour of his work.  Thus, not only did you get to see his work, you could also experience facets of it.

     

     

    In the room above, we experienced Warhol's movies -- comfy chairs were placed on the floor and groovy music played in the background.  

     

    Walking into the silver cloud room made you feel like a kid again.  

     

    Fans were located in specific areas to keep the silver pillow clouds moving; you could also gently slap them at others.  

     

     

    Later, we were told about a silk-screen demonstration followed by a free class downstairs.

     

    I looked at Paul:  "We're doing that."

     

    His response:  "I know we are."

     

    And, we laughed.

     

    But before the silk-screen fun, we recorded ourselves in a studio -- equipped with a camera -- similar to one Warhol might have used.  

     

    Oh, don't worry, the video will be uploaded; however, unless you can read lips, you won't be able to hear the sound in this silent movie.  

     

    Instead, you 'll see a little over four minutes of Paul and I talking and laughing.

     

    We had a few more floors of Warhol's work to check out.  

     

    One room focused on his celebrity and political figure pop-art while another highlighted his black-and-white photography.

     

    Meanwhile, a large rectangular painting blended with urine was also on display.

     

    Paul backed away from the work when he read about the urine.

     

    Of course, I laughed.  

     

    We ended our tour a few minutes before the silk-screen demonstration, so I bought Paul a coffee in the museum's cafe area.

     

    Then, Adrian (I read his employee name-tag) came out with various materials and explained the process to us.

     

    Two other museum visitors joined Paul and I to learn about silk-screening -- the 15-minute version of how it works.  

     

    We were then encouraged to meet them downstairs for the hands-on part where I had silk-screened a journal while Paul silk-screened a bandanna.  

     

     

    All together, we spent close to four hours in that place.

     

    It was one of my favorite experiences in Pittsburgh.  

     

    If you go, make sure you take someone who's open to art and experimentation.

    Following the museum visit, we stopped for a shaved ice treat at Gus and Yiayia's in the Northside.

     

    This stand has been open since 1934; it might bring tears to your eyes seeing this man scrape ice for you.

     

     

    Following a nostalgic stop for Paul and for Pittsburgh, we drove through the historic district called the Mexican War Streets.  

     

     

    Film crews were either taking equipment out of or putting equipment into vans.  Apparently, the film industry is pretty big in certain parts of Pennsylvania.

     

    We had one more stop before heading home for the evening: BREAD.

    Paul had put a couple of roasts in a crock-pot for Karen's homemade pulled bbq beef, and we needed bread to make sandwiches with them.

     

    If you're looking for bread-porn, you'll need to enter this carbohydrate-filled environment when you visit.

     

    Feeling satisfied with all that was accomplished, Paul and I drove back to his homestead.

     

    We had one more middle-school filled weekend, so we deliberated possibilities on the way to his hood in Shaler.

     

    Oh, yes, and now for that Warholesque video.

     

    (I will not be offended if you choose NOT to click on the link and watch it. Paul said, he would not be offended either.)   

    Until we meet again, my friend.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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