We rose up slowly 1964

Roy Lichtenstein made this Pop painting on canvas, and you see the comic book aesthetic right away. I mean, this thing didn't just pop out of nowhere; it’s a construction. Just imagine Lichtenstein, armed with his Ben-Day dots, plotting every move, making this image of intimacy look like it rolled off a printing press. The pink is so smooth it's almost unreal, a skin tone that’s both there and not there, like a memory. And then those graphic black lines, so decisive. I’m thinking about how Lichtenstein would have felt, making something so intimate, yet so coolly detached. Did he sweat? Probably not, but I bet he knew he was onto something, twisting the knife of mass media into the heart of art. It's like he’s saying, "Yeah, love is a comic book, get over it." Lichtenstein's like a DJ sampling old tracks, making something new out of something familiar. Painting? It’s an ongoing conversation between artists, a mix of respect, rivalry, and sheer chutzpah!