Joe Bauman and I saw the unmasking of Andy Warhol (Jan. 3) through different eyes. His eye was a sharply focused camera lens, mine the "black eye" given me by an artist who dipped his paint brush in deceit, not in solid colors.
I liked Bauman's story, even though it calls for a point of clarification. I learned at the informal post-show meal that Warhol was pulling a fast one. Years of careful practice and teaching of journalism had taught me to check out my source. Mine was Tony Smith, just starting a fine career as a member of the U.'s art faculty who had met the real Warhol in New York just a few months before. "This is not the same man," Tony whispered to me.The next morning, I alerted my counterparts at three Western schools about Warhol's fraud. But it took me four months, countless phone calls and a trip to New York before his speakers' bureau confessed that Warhol had they said lied to them about his duplicity. As far as I'm concerned, any arts group can memorialize Andy Warhol whenever. I'll gladly send someone openly in my place.
manager emeritus, Kingsbury Hall
Salt Lake City