by Salomé Baudino • 13 Jun 2016

The French frog is back - this time pondering on whether or not 24-times-larger-than-life eggs are artier than the real ones.

Damien Hirst did it again. This time, he is the man behind the mind, and has just finished displaying most of his Jeff Koon's art pieces, pieces he had been staring at for a long time, first encountering Koons' vision in 1988, during a group exhibition.

Not knowing what to do with all the art he had been gathering - his collection of Jeff Koons' work has been going on for twelve years - and feeling guilty keeping it all for himself, Hirst, who opened his own gallery last October, curated NOW, a tribute for a friend, an invitation to their world, the ultimate ticket to get into the contemporary dance.

It's for the twisted and the innocents. It's big, it's bold, it's bright. And could - and will - at every step you'll make, question the relevance, the definition, the position of art. Is it universal or a matter of territory? If you find yourself gazing at his eggs the same way you are at yours (supermarket eggs, we're talking supermarket eggs) then I guess you're in for the debate.

If you aren't quite ready to take the modern leap, the naked flesh of the famous and martyrs are forever hanging, room after room, wall after wall, at the National Gallery right across the water, two bridges further down. But for the brave... you'll spot along the way some Dali-esque inflatable lobsters that will help you make the transition.

Up-to-date enthusiast or antique aficionados, Koons is one of the most significant artist alive today. Join in the dance while you can.

Jeff Koons: Now. Newport Street Gallery. Vauxhall. Until October 16. Free.





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