The Met's Cantor Roof Garden has opened kitchsy pop artist Jeff Koons exhibit and it looks awesome.
There are only a few pieces:

There is a dog made of twisted-together balloons. Described as teeming with "erotic perversity" because of its sausage like limbs, I prefer to just think of it as more of a whimsical object from a giants carnival.

The chocolate valentine heart wrapped in red foil, standing en pointe, is titled Sacred Heart (Red/Gold) and serves to comment on the "commercial debasement of emotional and religious experience." Again, I choose to disagree and think of it as something fun and lighthearted, big and juicy.

“Coloring Book,” featuring a childishly colored page from a Winnie the Pooh book, "reflects the youth-obsessed infantilism of modern culture and society." I again am choosing my own personal, more playful analysis of never-ending youth.
Koons own belief is to reject an alleged hidden meaning of a work of art. The meaning is only what you perceive at the first glance, there is no gap between what the work is in itself and what is perceived.
So at any rate, think what you like. Just be sure to check it out.
(NYT)
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