Andy Warhol, a Pittsburgh native, was one of the figureheads of pop art, beginning in the 1950s and continuing until his death in 1987 at age 58.
You will undoubtedly leave the museum with your mind bent. And that's a good thing, right? Isn't that what art's supposed to do?
Not only are there Campbell Soup can paintings and painted Brillo pad boxes, but there are other exhibits of his art and life that you may or may not know about. For instance, I didn't know he designed the cover for the Rolling Stones' "Sticky Fingers" album, the one with the actual zipper.
I'm still asking myself, "Is it really art?" And at some point the 5-hour films of someone sleeping become stupid, but I think that the answer is a resounding "Yes."
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