Showing posts with label Andy Warhol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andy Warhol. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 January 2022

the history of spamelas

 
 


Whilst the prodigious artwork of the late Andy Warhol is feted the world over, little is known of his elder sister, Pamela.
 
Unlike her brother, Pamela never left their native Pittsburgh, choosing instead a quiet life as a teacher in a local elementary school. It was during preparations for a second grade art-class that she made a highly significant discovery. Repeated potato prints of her favourite pork-based luncheon meat had smudged and over-lapped, creating a rich kaleidoscope of colour.

As is so often the case, a seemingly random discovery opened the door to a fresh way of seeing the world. Over the years Pamela refined her imagery, adding more and more layers of colour. Each new print was signed off on the back with her 'nom de plume'. She chose 'Spamela' in recognition of the totemic meat-can that had provided her initial source of inspiration.
 
Sadly, after some limited local exposure of her work on the walls of a local Pretzel bar, 'Spamela' faded from sight. Her brother, Andy, however, had taken it all in.
 
After several years languishing in the murky world of commercial advertising, he shot to fame with a stunning exhibition centred on repetitive images of a Campbell's soup can. Pop art had arrived!

That might have been the end of the story, but for a chance discovery of a portfolio of artwork some six months ago during redecoration of an old school-room in Pittsburgh. A dusty and long-neglected portfolio of work was discovered on the top-shelf of the art cupboard!
 
Just three early 'Spamelas' from that portfolio survived in sufficiently good state of repair to merit publication. We are absolutely delighted to have this opportunity to present them to you now.
 
 


The second 'Spamela' in the small collection, a single image of the esteemed luncheon meat-can, is more sombre in appearance. The palette consists a muted green background, a red ring-pull and a barely visible blue cross to the right-hand side.

In many ways this was a harbinger of the 'Electric Chair' editions made famous by brother Andy.
 
 


The final 'Spamela' reveals either a surprising presience or an endearing naivety.  For this work, Pamela chose to wrap a tin of luncheon meat in a net she used to clean the aquarium in the school hall where she worked. She entitled this piece, 'Spam Filter'.
 
Whilst the works of Andy Warhol's elder sister will never eclipse those of her world-famous brother they do shed light on one of the most distinctive developments in modern art. As such, these three 'Spamelas' deserve their own place in American cultural history.
 
 
 

Thursday, 6 February 2014

We're being stalked ...

Dear Sheddists,

the week before last sees an early birthday celebration as dear mrs electrofried and I make our way down to London for a long weekend. What joys are in store!

The festivities begin on Saturday with a visit to the The Photographers Gallery to see a triptych exhibition featuring the works of David Lynch, William Burroughs and Andy Warhol. Three more rum characters you are most unlikely to meet.  We vote young Mr Lynch the best of the bunch for some stunning photographs of abandoned factory sites so redolent of an evening out in the finer parts of Dudley and the Black Country.

We call in on the way back to our hotel to sample the delights of The Salt Yard, a rather fine charcuterie bar tucked away just two minutes walk from Goodge Street tube-station. Despite the fact it's only six o' clock and the place is already full to the gunnels we're ushered downstairs and squeezed in to the last remaining vacant table whereupon we proceed to treat ourselves to an excellent selection of tasty tapas whilst reflecting on the events of the day.

A leisurely breakfast on Sunday sets us up nicely for a trip to the Victoria and Albert Museum.  It's the first time we've visited and it proves a great delight. We're particularly impressed with the History of Fashion exhibition. Thoughts of my dearest in fetching whale-bone corsetry dull the pain of the subsequent extended visit to the museum's palatial Gift Shop and the ensuing rapid depletion of the electrofried bank account.

Having shopped till we dropped it's onwards and upwards to the photographic gallery where we admire a series of plates drawn from the museum's extensive collection. It's almost by accident we discover a second exhibition tucked away in one of the lesser travelled recesses on the ground floor. It's called 'Photographic Fictions' and amongst the exhibits are two versions of the same scene from the Crimean War taken by Roger Fenton. They're entitled 'Valley of the Shadow of Death'.

Back once more to our hotel for a restorative cup of tea and a short cap-nap before venturing just a few yards down the road to join the queue outside the former GPO Sorting Office next to Paddington Station. We're off to see Punchdrunk's amazing production of 'The Drowned Man'. Three hours of mayhem, mystery and murder amidst six hundred fellow audience members, all wearing identical white masks - it rounds off proceedings in a suitably surreal fashion!

All that remains on our return home is to read the papers and catch up on the news. The Independent runs an article on the Photographers Gallery exhibition whilst The Metro plumps for a story of Prince Harry's visit to 'The Drowned Man'.  Then blow us down with a lightly greased feather, that night's edition of 'The One Show' features Roger Fenton's, 'Valley of the Shadow of Death'!!

 I fear the paparazzi are closing in so please forgive me if I leave you now to pull tight the shutters across the windows of the West Wing,

yours as ever,

electrofried (mr)