Thanks to my mother’s ability to literally speak to anyone👩👧, I met Andy Warhol. 👨🎨 We were on my first trip to New York City ✈️ in 1986 with my best friend and our mothers. Andy Warhol was sitting across from us on the subway 🚆. I had no idea who he was. 🤷♀️ My uninhibited mother said hello to him and explained to us that he was a very famous artist. He said hello and maybe another pleasantry or two. 🖐 As he spoke, I was mesmerized and a little frightened by his bizarre and eerie whispered speaking style. It was kind of like ahead of his time ASMR. 🗣 His beyond pale skin and crazy white wig really tied the ethereal experience in a bow. As we left the subway station, he and his white wig disappeared into the crowd and I felt like I had met a ghost. 👀 👻
The above image is an ink drawing I created in 1986 shortly after returning from my big trip. Scroll down and check out Moi as Andy Warhol on Halloween in 1998 Nice, France 🎃 👩🎨.