"I am getting a good 'impression' of you," remarked Monet in his French accent, "come sit with us, for we are just as confused as you are."
After I had gotten their attention, I noticed they were all observing the Campbell's soup painting that I recently discovered was missing from the wall. In addition to wanting to know what they each thought about Warhol's pop art, I also asked them about their thoughts on the direction of art is going in, and their perception of the modern period.
"I wish the classical version of art was the only one practiced, I just don't understand all this impressionism and pop art. That does not belong in a museum. Art is all about mastering math and science and implementing it into realistic portrayals of people and landscapes," ranted Leonard in an annoyed tone.
Taken back by the sharp criticism, Warhol and Monet joined in a moment of silence before countering. Since I did not want to waste this opportunity to talk to them, I quickly changed the subject to avoid any further …show more content…
A free way of expressing ourselves and transporting our thoughts to canvas. Although Campbell's Soup cans are an ordinary part of life, isn’t his creative concept and originality extraordinary?"
Even though there was obvious animosity towards his style, Warhol remained relaxed and poised. As he continued to munch on his hamburger, Warhol created time within bites to fill us in. Providing insight he remarked, "I was inspired by the mass-produced and printed advertisements created by the soup company. I wanted to bring the public's attention to the beauty of the cans, and demonstrate the concept that art is not just what we see in museums, it is all around us, we just have to let our eyes see it."
All of a sudden, I felt a vibration in my pocket. It was my sister calling me and letting me know that I had to meet them outside the MoMa immediately so we could get to the train on time. Furthermore, I still had a lot of questions, but I knew I had to leave and let them discuss issues amongst themselves. So, I took a minute to thank them and pinch myself to ensure I wasn't dreaming. After I realized it was real life, I ran through the numerous hallways and eventually found a way that lead me to the main entrance. I met my brothers and sisters at