Last November Shia LaBeouf watched all his movies in the Angelika Film Centre in New York City, there were crowds in the lobby waiting hours to get in and sit in the same theatre with Shia as he watched his films. For people like me, in rural Australia, I could watch Shia watching his films through a live stream of him watching his films, end-to-end, for … Continue reading I am Shia LaBeouf
I’m going to say it straight out. There’s a lot of shit at the Venice Biennale. Two planks nailed to a wall? Shit. Self-indulgent video of artist? Shit. So much of it reminds me of the Emporer’s New Clothes by Hans Christian Anderson. The wonderful thing about there being so much shit is that the brilliant work stands out like a beacon in a storm. By … Continue reading There’s a lot of shit at @la_Biennale but Grisha #Bruskin is crazy wild #art #videoart
I’m looking at the months ahead and they look like a gaping yawn, a wide open mouth ready to devour me. After a relaxed Easter, I’m in danger of dropping into that post-exhibition dark hole. I know what I have to do next, I just have to do it. But at the moment, there’s an unfinished work on the easel and I’m doing what … Continue reading Is video art real art?