I've come across Andy Warhol on quite a few other occasions for instance when i ventured to Berlin not too many years back i managed to see some of his invigorating prints that took up entire two floor walls. They are undoubtedly compelling.
Pop art is something i tend to bemusely sigh at really. I find it influential and inspiring just as much as the next art lover but in all of its glory it just sometimes seems silly. The premise of it all falls on its back in such a world where replications become recurrences and recurrences become replications. They are still, ordinary, recycled.
Fantastic to see the soup cans in a gallery.