This week’s opening of Jeff Koons’s Gazing Ball exhibition has us thinking about balls. Blue balls. Big, iridescent blue violet balls communing viewers with the ancient times, the metaphysical, the artistic gesture, the universe—space, the final frontier, and, the reflected self. You. Yeah, you. You’re number one. Self-actualize your human potential by staring at yourself. Because who’s going to do it for you?
So it’s rather apt that instead of staring at Koons’s balls, we’re looking at Zach Dougherty’s version. We’ve previously featured the Portland-based artist, and appreciate this skillful treatment of the subtle transformation: the gazing ball amorphously becoming the historical object. And at least there is a knowing acknowledgement that the source material is malleable, and continually morphs through the ages.