Someone call the old news police: Jeff Koons makes me angry, and he's not doing himself any favors.
Motherfucker tried to trademark the balloon dog. You can't take unArt, put quotations around it, call it Art and then claim you invented the unArt, too. I can't really think of anything more arrogant. That's like Danger Mouse suing Kanye for sampling the same song.
Koons' paintings and installations look like they were generated by the same
team of manatees that splice together
Family Guy's random, plot-less jokes.
Effectively commenting on, and skewering, kitsch and American culture through art relies on context. But his art relies on the insecurity of the viewer to force meaning and context, when it isn't there, just to feel like they "get it."
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| Unless you wear stocking caps with Anime ears, this will make you angry. |
Every few months I go online and make myself sit through a few sideshows of his work, to see if my perceptions have changed. It only gets worse. Koons is the original
Thierry Guetta, paying a small army of artisans to create his next empty abomination of juxtopostion.
He is as offensively shallow and uninteresting as Lady Gaga, and as cynical and commercially viable.
Who do you think is the worst "post-modern" cash whore?
