We continued onward to lunch at the Orangery and discussed the exhibition. The Italian au pair found some English words to say something to the effect that the show gave her nothing to think about. The eight year old gave it a 3 out of 10. Even with a vast background of visual art to prop up looking at pop readymade hybrids, Missmc was drawing an utter blank. The Serpentine staff were trying to sell catalogues with a Big Issue like fervour. The subtle approach to catalogue sales had been thrown out the window. The whole exhibition experience was so so utterly American, from the overt commercialization, the cheap ready-made, the advertising-like veneer of the paintings, and all things that go Pop, and disappear, leaving a trail of waste that would not ever decompose. And so, therein, lay the content. Missmc gingerly picked it up and looked it in the eye. The American Dream was full of stuff. Useless stuff. Materialistic. Produced in China. Props. Reliant on pure associational sensationalism appealing to base emotions.
Well done Mr. Koons. Very American of you. I hated it all.