I'd been quite intrigued by Andy Warhol since high school, but ever since I studied him in my art history class last semester, I've since then become rather obsessed.  He was so eccentric, and real. Quite an outcast, underdog, misunderstood... yet he made a movement all his own, one that still lives even years after his death.  He was the main reason for my stop at M.O.M.A during my trip to New York City. And standing face to face with his work... well, it was a heavenly experience.
 One that I'll cherish until my limbs turn to stone.