PARIS — As we well know, Jeff Koons looms large as the major symptom of the hype, hubris, and money that have swamped the global art scene. His signature brand aesthetic of defiantly vacuous hyper-commoditization is veined with suspicions of 1% financial empowerment coupled to technological power. It assumes the mainstream fundamental dynamic of public culture: the battle for your attention. This is what makes his art the most recognizable and expensive in the world — work that is also the symbol (for some) of flaccid degeneration.
For these, the success of Koons’s empowered empty-headedness means that much of art’s worth has been depleted, as copiers of his victorious aesthetic of happy consumption have turned more and more artists towards modes of expression that are unimpassioned and imitative. However, with his Centre Pompidou retrospective/celebration (as in New York, comprehensive and chronological) I think I sensed that his treatment of art as hypertrophied kitsch is in the process of concluding. At balance is the fate of originality.
There is nothing intricate or subtle to engage with here. Typical with Koons, such as in “Large Vase of Flowers” (1991) or “Loopy” (1999), ground never dominates over configuration. As a consequence, his is not an art that needs to be interacted with imaginatively. So, one never feels a sense of languor there. Indeed people seemed in a hurry to move along, as clearly viewers are not in the presence of an invitation to reverie. The work is never more affective than discursive — never more enigmatic than dogmatic — as it contains very few possibilities of interpretation. Thus it never seems magical.
Plus, the work has no negative capability, as it is relentlessly upbeat in a way that is untrue to life. The man himself, with his apparent insistent smiling cheeriness, suggests to me a Scientologized Howdy Doody.
Much of the work, such as “Buster Keaton” (1988), is dreadfully simple, clear, direct, conformist, maudlin, and sentimental. Indeed much is heavy-handedly zealous, huge, gaudy, and uniformly simplistic, as we can see again with the three-meter “Balloon Dog (Magenta)” (1994-2000), in “Moon,” and with the maudlin red “Hanging Heart” that was set off against a splendid view of Paris (all three works from the Celebration series are on loan from French billionaire François Pinault).
These works, with their high prices, gives juice to the idea that it is wrong for art to be difficult — because that leads to obscurantism, exclusion, and elitism. That it is right that things be easy and entertaining. Indeed Koons is aggressively anti-intellectual and he shuns aesthetic complexity. Consequently, his work is fodder for all that thwarts, represses, starves, withers, deadens, limits, and narrows our real (complex) selves.
In the discourse around (and by) Koons, the heroic fight against art as elite class snobbery is often heard. After examining his entire body of work, it is apparent to me that this is a shiny red herring used to justify the dumb-down ethos employed in his art, art that bends towards the low hanging fruit of reductive simplification.
Koons’s work never offers a sense of moreness — nor eloquence, mystery, poetry, tragedy, delicacy, or doubt. It is a globalized neo-conceptual art of appropriation and fabrication that thrives in an environment where no dominant discourse determines artistic value. Yet the work has one dominant feature. It partakes in the cult of the sweet child. Indeed Koons prides himself in his work’s polite innocence: in its omission of significant content. Yet I don’t see it as innocent. Koons’s work does nothing to disrupt cynical power with innocence. In fact, it just inscribes elite power-wealth as innocent (which it is not).
What is at stake with Koons’s looming easy/nice/fun is the principle of anti-foundationalism: the recognition of art as a means of seeing through Orwellian falseness, through the clichéd, through the indifferent, through the tendentiousness of trumped-up, hyped-up, falsified life of majority – through attempts to reduce art to capitalist propaganda.
With Koons, the point of view of the eye of your mind has no special claim. He limits and demeans us by pandering to us as passive recipients. He never stirs in us consciousness of our own unique existence – something not achieved passively.
Koons’s work has no complex inter-relational transitions. His work never reminds us that the primary feature that distinguishes aesthetic consciousness is imagination and that imagination entails visioning and symbolizing, areas of practice useful in heightening perception and intuition. Indecision, ambiguity and conflict never become dynamic and useful values in his work. With Koons, never are we challenged with what I think of as the responsibility of looking — where we can re-appropriate our senses and our fragile capacity to visualize on a personal basis — something that cannot be appropriated by capital.
Koons’s retrospective proves illusionary the Baudrillardian ideal of subversive conformity popular in the 1980s. At the Pompidou, there is nothing suggestive of the anti-pop (no-logo) struggle that is taking place around the world (particularly in youth culture). There is nothing indicative of social relationships outside of passive pop consumption. The accustomed platitudes of the corporate logo model for art (immediate and bright) are never submitted to transformation. Indeed, the feeling here is of a corporate stooge tightening the tourniquet of powerlessness about our eyes and throat. Here we cannot take back our head.
Jeff Koons: La Rétrospective continues at the Centre Pompidou (Place Georges-Pompidou, Paris) through April 27, 2015.
Thank you, Joesph, for doing as excellent a job as anyone can expect when attempting to describe or discuss something that is essentially mindless. In so much as Koons’ work may represent innocence, ease or fun it suggests to me an attempt to say that these qualities are no longer available to any but the super rich. Just as we see over and over the attempts to criminalize poverty, this “art” is simply comfort food for wealth. It is the fable of the Emporer’s clothes all over again. So be it…in the end I feel good about not falling for it, about seeing through the big expensive joke that the rich must now suffer in order to be “with it.” As much as it hurts to make art a rich vs. poor thing, I prefer art that requires work, thought and encountering our inner selves. In this case, if that is the price the rest of us must pay for our aesthetic encounters we will remain the better off for it.
I think it’s far worse than mindless; in a time when I believe we desperately need to shed cynicism and embrace genuine optimism if we are to survive, this work trivializes hard-won joy and hope by pretending to embody them in consumer cliches.
Jeff Koons works hard, he just doesn’t seem to have a lot of inner self to encounter. As he is described in the revealing new book “33 Artists in Three Acts,” his work is important but not significant. History will tell as it always does.
No, Koons’ interns and assistants work hard.
Koons works hard herding his interns and assistants as well as promoting product.
I see it less as representing innocence, ease, and fun and more as simply being facile kitsch with just enough utterly faux pretentions of profundity to sell it to art collectors… originally art collectors in the 80s who wanted in on any and every hot new thing and now to art collectors who want in on any and every Big Name Artist whose work will today make them look at least competent in their collecting and may later on be salable for a massive profit.
No artist should be reviewed separately from the reasons why we’re seeing the work in the first place. Eli Broad bought Jeff Koons’ work because it “makes him [Eli] smile.” That’s all you need to know. [See Eli Broad’s interview online with Charlie Rose.]
Koons must fall asleep each night repeating the following mantra: “It’s Art because (a 100-foot) “I” say it is.”
i want a knock off Koons from ali baba, now that’s postmodern!
This was done for an art subject two years ago
Sums up my attitude to some art
I’m glad that Jeff Koons does what he does, so the rest of us don’t have to.
The English thinker Malcolm Bull describes how certain ideas like atheism,anarchy,aestheticism and nihilism at first were rejected as impossible but then find a foothold in society and in the case of nihilism is now totally dominant.He seems to think Philistinism, that is the total rejection of art, cannot be art and will never achieve any ascendancy in the cultural sphere. How can something that is philistine be art?I think that this is the conundrum of Koons’s work.He should just give up calling it art.Or maybe we should give up needing it.We have given up looking for God,why can’t we all be philistines.
Some great lines in here. Love the writing. Thanks!
This is a mighty lot to write about a non-entity. Koons’s art is not interesting; the fact that people make so much of it is, but that is a curious sociological fact which has little to do with art.
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