Last Night: Took the time machine to see Andy Warhol at The Factory.
Andy was amid a fabulously grand display while everyone looked on in anticipation.
Pausing to catch a breathe he ponders loudly.
“Where has Ms Monica been lately? In my dreams? No. But here she is drinking my champagne and yawning like the others.”
Quietly he looks up with an expectation of an answer. Before I speak he starts again.
“Could she have fallen madly badly in love? Where are your bruises & broken bones, Mony?
With a smile I shake my head and reply,
“I've been thinking about & trying to make art. And well you know how it is to love people.”
“Mony, you don't try to make art! Have another champagne!”
He waves someone to grab me another drink before continuing.
“Look Mony, don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art. But for now just enjoy your drink!”
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