Takashi Murakami: big boobs, big bore

In Takashi Murakami’s exhibition at the Gagosian Gallery in London, he stakes his claim as the first person to represent “the Japanese male sexual complex” in life-size form. He’s referring to his sculptures “Miss Ko” (1997), “My Lonesome Cowboy” (1998) as well as a flock of new life-size 3D renderings of those 2D sexual hangups (animation, games, etc.) like “3-Meter Girl” (above), currently on view.

It’s no secret that I’ve never been a fan of Murakami’s work. I realize, too, that it’s all too easy to dismiss an artists who so readily commodifies his work in collaborations with brands like Louis Vuitton and rapper/artist-wannabe Pharrell Williams. But people love him and he’s exhibited everywhere, even Versailles, so I’ve tried – really and truly tried – to find some kind of value in his art even if I can’t help but find it aesthetically repellent. Still, I find his latest show, and “3-Meter Girl” in particular, so obvious, so completely uninteresting and unbearably dull that I think I may just close the book on him forever. What more can be said about a sculpture that so blatantly says everything it wants to and shoves it in your face in the form of three foot cleavage?