The selfie is the new looking in the mirror. From: “The art of taking selfies”

Theotokos, 2014, Wilco Lensink

"Brothers", 2014, Wilco Lensink

"Selfie" series, 2014, Wilco Lensink

Still lifes, 2014.

Still lifes, 2014.

Monk, 2014. Oil paint on canvas, 30x40cm.

"Woman in glowing vulva", 2014 by Wilco Lensink


Shia LaBeouf Is Currently Doing Some Kind of Super Artsy Thing in Los Angeles

As you’ve probably heard by now, Actor, director, and mirror to our tortured souls, Shia LaBeouf is doing some sort of performance art thing in Los Angeles. 

The exhibition/performance/whatever is called #IAMSORRY and is being held at 7354 Beverly Blvd until Sunday.

I headed down to check it out. 

I arrived expecting a huge line, but there was none. Just one other guy and a security guard. The guard told me that I was the 75th person to see the exhibit, and that I had to go in alone, “because we don’t want anyone else to ruin your experience.”

After about five minutes of waiting, the security guy gave me the once over with a metal detector, and I was allowed inside. 

I ended up in a room with a bunch of objects laid out on a table. I managed to sneak a photo.

There was a ukelele, a bottle of Jack Daniels, a bowl containing print-outs of mean tweets about Shia, a bowl of Hershey’s Kisses, a bottle of Brut cologne, a copy of The Death Rayby Daniel Clowes, an Optimus Prime action figure, some pliers and a whip. 

A woman told me to choose an object. I picked up the bowl of mean tweets about Shia. 

A copy of the press release for whatever this thing is. 

Bowl in hand, the woman led me through a curtain and into a small room.

Shia was sitting at a small wooden table in the center of the space. He was wearing a suit and the “I AM NOT FAMOUS ANYMORE" bag that he had on his head in Berlin.

The woman left, and it was just me and Shia. I didn’t sneak a photo of him, out of respect for his art (JK, I chickened out.)

I sat down opposite him. As far as I could tell, I wasn’t being filmed and nobody was listening in.

After sitting there for a few seconds with Shia staring at me in silence, I said, “So you’re not gonna talk, huh?” He didn’t respond.


Here are my two cents. Performance art is bullshit. Pretentious as ever, just like the article says: trying too hard. Lacking the skills of a real artist or simply too lazy to use them. The concept is clear: to create a moment where people are watching you “perform”, ie. stand, sit or walk (usually) silently and for example by that show us the concept of time, self awareness, the depth of human emotion, politics or just social awkwardness. To employ neo-primitive rituals to create strange moments that are supposed to be deep. I personally am not buying it; no matter the concept, I find it self-indulgent.

(Reblogged from vicemag)