Andy Warhol Documentary

Documentaries can annoy me, because they present a history as if the people they’re discussing knew exactly what their own futures were to become. All the documentarian knows is the fact of what happened and they present the bare facts. I understand that. But it rarely captures the uncertainty and emotion people of the past might have felt. I’m always gaslit into thinking I need to know every step of my own future. This is probably a me problem. This Andy Warhol doc sorta unearthed this feeling that I don’t know who I am, and it really flustered my own understanding of my creative endeavors. I journaled some thoughts and came to this 3-part conclusion: 1) I don’t need to know who I am. 2) Just start making the art. 3) React accordingly when making the art.

Here were a couple drawings I did before the doc flustered me. You can see that I naturally reacted from the first drawing (orderly geometric triangles and lines) to create the second drawing (disorderly something something). So I was already starting and reacting (and not knowing who I was). And it’s good!