Atlantica - 01.07.2004, Síða 20

Atlantica - 01.07.2004, Síða 20
18 A T L A N T I C A In the café of the National Gallery of Iceland, Jeff Koons begins the interview by choosing his seat. He chose the right-hand seat during the previous interview that day, and politely asks if I would mind him taking the couch this time. Danish open sandwiches litter the table in front of us. We ask for coffees and start off with small talk. He arrived in Iceland with his family the morning before. He flew in from Washing- ton, but his wife and family came in from New York. Their flights landed five min- utes apart. Mr. Koons takes great pleasure during our interview in describing small details like this. In relating them to me, his eyes glaze over and his voice becomes dis- tant. As with his art, the mundane can sud- denly become all-important. FROM POINT A TO POINT B Growing up in rural Pennsylvania didn’t lend itself much to an interest in art. Though Koons’ hometown of York was the first capital of the United States, few would mistake it for an arts centre. Koons’ search “for a community to hang out with” took him to New York City soon after his gradu- ation from the Art Institute of Chicago at the age of twenty-one. “To come to New York was so refresh- ing – to get involved with conceptualism and work that was more Duchamp-based was really liberating. Since that time, I’ve always appreciated and I think that it’s important [for] an artist [to have] an anchor in personal iconography, but that a tran- scendence into mass iconography in art is a higher calling” Talking with Jeff Koons is like turning the faucets on Robert Gober’s untitled right- angled sink, another piece in the exhibi- tion. The taps don’t turn, but the sink is full of water and you have no idea how it got there. As Koons talks more about the subject of personal iconography, his point becomes clearer. Art, he says frequently, should be accessible by everyone. If he is successful with a work, it can be approached by any- one regardless of their knowledge of art history. Hence, the use of popular culture icons that introduce the viewer to the piece. With most art, that introduction only happens for the select few who are sophisticated enough to understand it. “Nobody has to know who Dali is, or Magritte is, for me to be forming sen- tences and vocabularies with them. My work tries to just embrace the viewer. Whatever they get from it is exactly what they should be getting. Whatever way they look at it, is exactly the way they should look at it. It’s nothing more and nothing less.” BALANCING ACTS Jeff Koons’ most recent work is called “Popeye”. A sample on loan from the Astrup Fearnley Museum, Dolphin is an aluminium dolphin in the shape of a pool toy. Hanging underneath is a pot rack full of pots and pans. The effect of the piece is immediate and startling, since the realism of the pool toy calls the physical possibili- ty of the whole sculpture into question. How does the dolphin support the pots and pans? For Koons, the focus is differ- ent: “To me, it’s like a maternal Venus. That’s what it reminds me of. I mean it has male and female aspects, but it’s like a Venus of Willendorf or something.” This interest in the balance between opposites is a theme in many of his works, like the wet/dry vacuum cleaners in his work “The New”. For his latest design, he plans to hang a seventy-five foot steam engine from the top of a one-hundred and fifty foot crane. Every day, the train will start up for seven minutes and slow down for another seven. “With [Train], the whole world comes into play – the whole world becomes very feminine to this train hanging there.” Train in the tunnel? At times it seems like he’s playing with the type of imagery that kids snigger about in the backs of classrooms. It’s not what most of us have come to expect from art, but according to Koons, that’s exactly the point. Another scale that concerns him is the balance of power between the artist and the viewer. He often appears to be on a crusade against art that “presents itself as sophis- ticated”, which he considers to be disem- powering for the viewer. Banging On about Pots & Pans JEFF KOONS WAS IN ICELAND FOR THE OPENING OF A RETROSPECTIVE EXHIBITION OF HIS WORKS, ON LOAN FROM THE ASTRUP FEARNLEY MUSEUM OF MODERN ART IN OSLO. IN THE 1980’S, KOONS WAS THE POSTERBOY FOR MODERN ART. HIS UNINHIBITED PUBLIC/PRIVATE LIFE WAS PLASTERED ALL OVER THE ART WORLD WITH NAKED PICTURES OF HIM AND HIS EX-WIFE, THE HUNGARIAN-BORN PORN STAR CICCIOLINA. HIS METHODS AND STYLE DREW COMPARISONS TO WARHOL. NOW HE’S REMARRIED AND RELAXING IN ICELAND AFTER A TRIP TO WASHINGTON DC CAMPAIGNING FOR CHILDREN’S RIGHTS. FREQUENT FLYERS, MEET JEFF KOONS. airmail 011 Airmail ATL 404 20.6.2004 10:02 Page 18
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