Jeff Koons has no equal. No one has reached the furthest reaches of the planet and the furthest reaches of our psyche. He has no master - he has no mentor. He has recreated the definition of art not as pop art but through the innocence of a child. There is nothing ironic or sarcastic about his art. It is even very similar to how children see the world - a balloon is a giant object with the solidity of stainless steel. An inflatable elephant is ginormous when we are little. Even his dark pornographic period is done in a playful way with ice sculptures and overly made up stars ( Himself and Ciccolina.) Very few artists push the boundaries the way he has - but what this art critic sees is that he is pushing more than what is art or what is acceptable. More importantly he is pushing the physical barriers - how big cane a porject. How big is too big. The flower puppy in front of the Guggenheim is wonderful - yet my favorite piece is the heart. A simple valentines gift indeed. He steals our hearts and brings us back to our childhood memories. He is a magician at the highest level.