I love Jeff Koons.
Critic Robert Hughes does not love Koons and wrote that he is “an extreme and self-satisfied manifestation of the sanctimony that attaches to big bucks. Koons really does think he’s Michelangelo and is not shy to say so. The significant thing is that there are collectors, especially in America, who believe it. He has the slimy assurance, the gross patter about transcendence through art, of a blow-dried Baptist selling swamp acres in Florida. And the result is that you can’t imagine America’s singularly depraved culture without him.”
Critic Robert Hughes probably does not love chocolate either.
2005 | Color Digital Print | Hahnemuhle Photo Rag 308 | 30" x 42" | Edition of 5