Thursday, 11 December 2014
Jeff Koons at the Pompidou
I don't know. Sometimes it makes me laugh as in the hilarious 1980s alcohol adverts.
I'm not amazed by metal castings of inflatable lobsters and the like or the Incredible Hulk turned into an electric organ.
The 'classic' Michael Jackson and Bubbles ceramic sculpture is now housed behind plexiglass. Last time I saw it in San Francisco it was not. Why is this? Perhaps someone might take a hammer to it. Would that be a bad thing? It's really kitsch.
On the whole I'd rather not have anything here in my house, especially the scary kitten in a sock on a washing line. I suppose I should not be surprised then that the paintings of toys are indeed, in the words of my teenage daughter, 'pretty fucking terrifying.'