'Actually, this is bullsh*t': The New Yorker's definition of 'art' seems a little ... off [pic]

You must have to be really cultured to appreciate art like this:

In her series of self-portraits set in the New Mexican desert, Laura Aguilar is at once part of the American land, and the viewer’s eye, and apart from them: https://t.co/65RikwtwR3 pic.twitter.com/nsuonvFR4d

— The New Yorker (@NewYorker) November 30, 2017

What, exactly, is happening here? Is she dead? or just resting? If it’s the latter, we hope she remembered to put on plenty of sunscreen.

No.

— Dr. Kankokage (@kankokage) November 30, 2017

https://twitter.com/JesseKellyDC/status/936286820316405760

That’s about where we’re at, too.

More from the New Yorker:

In “Three Eagles Flying,” a self-portrait from 1990, the photographer Laura Aguilar stands, bare-breasted and bound by heavy rope, between the Mexican and American flags. Her lower body is draped with the Stars and Stripes, her face masked by the image of the eagle in the Mexican coat of arms.

We’re gonna stop you right there, New Yorker. That’s not art. That’s just … weird.

This isn’t art… pic.twitter.com/MO7V1eczOI

— Calvin? (@DarthCalvin) November 30, 2017

https://twitter.com/MustardRice/status/936324106013814785

Based on the ratio for the New Yorker’s tweet, Aguilar’s art isn’t winning many people over.

https://twitter.com/notwokieleaks/status/936281206253129728

Guess not. And that’s a damn shame.