I turned soup cans into symbols. Marilyn into myth. Money into art and art into money.

Was it real? Was it irony? Does it matter?

I didn’t want to paint the world — I wanted to reflect it. The glam. The boredom. The obsession. The repetition.
I didn’t chase the spotlight. I built the Factory and let it shine for everyone.

I believed art should be mass-produced, immortal, and a little strange.
Celebrity. Identity. Fame. Death. Surface. Everything at once.

This profile is curated in tribute to the man who made art out of everything we try to hide and everything we can’t stop looking at.

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