Campbell's Soup by Eric Buechel
- Eric Buechel
- 6 days ago
- 1 min read
Updated: 5 days ago


Ode to the Cans of Warhol
by Eric Buechel
In twilight's grasp, where shadows creep,
A canvas whispers secrets deep,
With colors bold, and forms so bright,
The soup cans glimmer in the night.
Oh, Campbell's broth, in vivid hue,
Your pop art soul, both strange and true,
In silkscreen dreams, you take your stand,
A tribute forged by Warhol's hand.
Each can a tale, each label speaks,
Of mundane life that art now seeks,
In every sip, a story flows,
Of culture's pulse, where beauty grows.
The factory hums, the cameras flash,
In vibrant strokes, the moments clash,
A world transformed, from dull to grand,
Through Andy's eyes, we understand.
Yet in this feast of color bright,
Lurks a shadow, a hint of fright,
For fame, it seems, is but a guise,
A fleeting spark 'neath empty skies.
So let us raise our bowls with cheer,
To Warhol's vision, crystal clear,
In every can, a life anew,
A tribute bold, to art so true.
Eric Buechel Fine Art
P. O. Box 277
Pleasant Hill, Tennessee 38578
931-881-7806





















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