One thing I never mentioned during my travels. The spectre of Jackie Onassis seemed to follow me everywhere. Here is a triptych of before the fateful Dallas trip, during the funeral, and during the swearing in of Lyndon Johnson. A rare series I didn't see elsewhere. You see her throughout America in very different setups. Usually poised. Stylish. But here Warhol captured three very different stages in her life. Still beautiful, but hyperaware of the media in very different scenarios. . . Grief is funny. It makes strange companions. It can bring a strange compassion to the sentiment, "if I were you, I'd hate me too." Even if you never felt like it until this moment. Grief seems only permissible during death, but it is not the only time it surfaces, so why is it only acceptable then? . We need to have space and compassion to grieve for the almost, the once was, the never was. Without it, we seed bitterness. It pops up at weird times, the ball in the box hits the button, and suddenly we are crying in a supermarket because that song came on at that one particular moment. Or something equally embarrassing or seemingly trivial. . . Let me say. I don't know you as well as I would like to, but it is okay to grieve even if you feel like you may not have the right to, or it is not the right moment, or whatever arrow you choose to fire at yourself for your emotions in the moment. . . Grief is the nadir of love. You don't grieve unless you loved in the first place. That in itself is beautiful. π . . .. #day92 of #100daysofmusicproduction - things got emotional today as you can tell. #warhol . (at Whitney Museum of American Art) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwTZ_ZanMnu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iz9x8ujkqfzt
