I love a bit of POP. Whaam!!! “I’d rather drown than call Brad” and a Campbell soup can. And right now the Tate Modern is going for all out with The World Goes Pop, and I must say, in my rather British way, it’s all a bit porno….
On the other hand who cares? It’s colourful and jolly. It reminds me of dear old Kenny Everett, fake boobs, long legs, a beard and “it’s all in the best possible taste”. And it is. Very Pop-py.
Be ambivalent, stay cool, manufactured art has taken over the gallery, such is Pop. It’s all a bit of fun. Don’t take it too seriously! Have a good gawp and shocked withdrawalists can get over to the National G for serious stuff. It’s all a laugh, innit?!?!