Friday morning I had a great breakfast meeting with Andy Warhol.
Because of my job, I got to attend the media preview of the High Museum of Art's upcoming exhibit "Picasso to Warhol: Fourteen Modern Masters."
Coffee + chocolate croissant + modern art = bliss.
My love of modern art started early.
My father is an artist. I grew up with his abstract art and sculpture.
I remember going to art fairs in the New York City area where Dad would show his art and hope to sell something. What a tough life to be an artist. Dad had a family to feed, so he could not give 100 percent to his artwork, but I know he would have rather done that than work in the factory.
Yet, it provided me a wonderful framework for art appreciation. Not everyone gets modern art.
Truth be told, there are some types of art that I don't care for.
Byzantine art leaves me, well, flat.
But modern art. Well, I LOVE modern art.
Friday morning it was nearly heaven to wander around and see the artwork, some of which is on loan from the Museum of Modern Art in New York (one of my favorite places to go in the city.)
What fun to see Andy Warhol's iconic "Campbell's Soup Cans."
Andy Warhol, "Campbell's Soup Cans."
(c) 2011 Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
The exhibit also has his "S&H Greenstamps" painting and I had to laugh when I saw it because I'm just old enough to REMEMBER S&H Greenstamps.
I got my first blender out of college by saving S&H Greenstamps! It wasn't long after that the little green stamps disappeared forever.
Another artist in the exhibit is Jackson Pollock. I like Jackson Pollock's work.
Jackson Pollock, "Number 1A"
(c) 2011 Pollock-Krasner Foundation/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
In fact, I named my cat Pollock after the artist.
Pollock is my "found" kitty. She was dumped in my neighborhood and is declawed. It makes me so angry that people would dump a declawed -- or any -- animal, but particularly one that cannot defend herself.
She is a tortoiseshell cat and has about the darn ugliest coat you can imagine. She looks like Jackson Pollock himself threw paint on her fur. No rhyme or reason to its pattern. Hence, her name!
She even has a white tip on the end of her tail that makes me think of a paint brush.
But she has the most beautiful gold eyes and he is the sweetest animal I think I've ever had.
My Pollock. You can just she the white tip of her tail in this photo.
I could have spent all morning at the High Museum in Atlanta, but alas, work called.
The exhibit runs Oct. 15 through April 29, 2012 and if you are in Atlanta and love modern art as much as I do, go.
I'll be back as well. I'll be the one gazing at the art with a big grin on my face.