A FEW DAYS AGO my friends and I decided we wanted to take a day trip to Pittsburgh to see the Andy Warhol museum. The museum is currently showing an exhibit called "My Perfect Body" which showcases Warhol's constant battle with his own body image, especially in juxtaposition with the image of perfection shown in mass media during the time. So, three of my best friends and I convened at 9 AM to tackle a two hour road trip to the city.
We started the day at the museum and spent around two hours roaming the building. I was absolutely shocked by the volume of work that Warhol created during his lifetime; seven floors were flooded with screen prints, photographs, drawings and paintings done by Warhol. My favorite room was an installation piece of various screen tests and videos that Warhol created in black and white film- I couldn't help but feel submersed in the wall-sized projections, and I felt like I was part of the art itself.
After lunch we went to Mount Washington Overlook which was absolutely beautiful and allowed us to really get a good look at the city. We met cute dogs and then headed over to get some coffee before we left.
Cesare Pavese said, "We don't remember days, we remember moments."
I like to keep my writing relatively short on this blog, but I've discovered the importance in documenting the moments that make for memories. I'm going back to school in a couple of days and I know that I won't get to see these friends for a while - friends that have grown me, shaped me, supported me and experienced life with me thus far. I'm incredibly thankful for the countless moments that have become indelible memories with these women, and for the beauty and grace that they've shown me along the way.