Next week I will set up a still life for you to work from.
The Whitney has a Jeff Koons Retrospective: big, shiny, sexy, vulgar, commercial, Postmodern
collectibles for the very rich and ambitious.
Has our life within the grid become so desperate and mindless that this work has come to reflect our retinal
cognition?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Given that depressing and existential reality, and the realization that humanity is an infestation on a fertile rock in space, I must say that I enjoy this stuff in a perverse way.
How can one be moralistic at a moment like late June 2014.
Suck it up and enjoy the bullshit and flash of Jeff and his big-money kitsch!
As my favorite reviewer/critic, Roberta Smith says;
"The erotic and, to some extent, the scatological are never far beneath the surface in Mr. Koons’s art. Exhibit A is “Play-Doh,” a new, almost certain masterpiece whose sculptural enlargement of a rainbow pile of radiant chunks captures exactly the matte textures of the real thing, but also evokes paint, dessert and psychedelic poop."
Aah Jeff, we hardly knew ye.
See you next week, John.
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