The Lichtenstein Universe is quite appealing; it's all surface, form, line, dot, splashy color, comic, light, edgy, funny, pop. There is no darkness, no pathos, no drama (maybe comic melodrama!). A breath of fresh air for sure.
Pop at it's frothy best. So inspiring to see a good slice of a man's work, and all the work is dedicated to a vision of lightness. And the low is elevated to the high. You smile, you laugh, you admire the light touch, the steady hand, the zen-like approach to art.
You are transformed in the process... that's the beauty of art. And even drowning and death, well, we admire the color and form, and the overly-melodramatic situation. Those tears don't cut... they are flat, another formal element. Yeah, and Fuck Brad...