Went with my friend M to the Brooklyn Museum to see "
Revelation," an exhibition exploring the significance of Andy Warhol's religious life. Who knew that he was raised a Byzantine Catholic (or even that there was such a thing!), and continued to attend masses daily throughout his life? We were transported by its opening hall, which felt like a chapel, and thought the show might offer some interesting queer Christian insights, but in the end were disappointed. There was little sense of the distinctiveness of Byzantine Catholicism, and the broader understanding of Catholicism
was lifeless, too.
Not being a Warhol aficionado, I'm not sure how much the lack of depth was part of his pop art practice. As we sat facing two life-size pink and black prints of Leonardo's "Last Supper" side by side (with another pair in yellow and black behind us), 
we were stupefied but couldn't look away, it almost seemed like there was something significant going on - maybe even something connectable in a non-trivial way to the mystery of the Eucharist - but the show didn't help us name or understand it.
