Did you know that Andy Warhol was a devout Catholic? Well, that’s what it says on Wikipedia and that’s good enough for me. I guess I should be surprised, given Warhol’s self-created image as a Decadent, but it makes sense in a Huysmans or Waugh kind of way.
Where Huysmans and Waugh were both bitter critics of modern times, though, Warhol was more like Oscar Wilde: a jolly critic. Sure, it’s a gawdawful century, he seems to say, but I’m having a swell time and so are you.
Look at one of his silkscreens of Mao or Marilyn or Elvis or Tomato Soup or Brillo Pads: you can’t help feeling a little emotional lift. The cheerfulness of his iconoclasm gets you every time.