For the first time ever, the world's largest film festival, SIFF, has an art film component. It's an online channel called Black Box, where you can watch a collection of videos by and interviews with international artists like Tracey Emin, Harun Farocki, Joan Jonas, Laure Provost, and of course, the YouTube sensation Ryan Trecartin.

Black Box was created by AKTIONSART, a project of art advisor Julia Fryett. After writing a master's degree on nontraditional art spaces (with multimedia thesis), she started AKTIONSART in New York in 2009 and moved it to Seattle in 2013. She funnels the money from art consulting into organizing AKTIONSART programs (past programs). Usually, there's a live screening. Black Box's one-night event already happened, but the online channel is up through June 8.

The online world premiere of Tracey Emin's video Love Never Wanted Me is a highlight. It's an abject artwork about love, as are so many of Emin's effusions. (Black Box also has also a great little video of her narrating her own recent New York shows of nude and erotic paintings and sculptures, which came from the simple feeling of missing sex—has any artist ever come right out and admitted that before?)

The film lasts almost three minutes and she shot it on iPad. She narrates, rawly testifying that it hurts too much to continue waiting for love. Her companion is a fox. We see the fox's perspective at first, then hers. As she says she's through with love, she still chases the fox, and the fox seems ambivalent. What the fox does in the final scene makes it hard not to imagine that the actual fox has heard her and is responding, toying with her, connecting but running. It's silly yet real, and very Emin. She's been on my mind since last week, when ad mogul Charles Saatchi announced that, after buying and warehousing her sculpture My Bed for years, he's selling it. She got so much crap for that work (a full look back), and now it's estimated to sell for only between $1 and $2 million. That's peanuts compared to what fellow YBAer Damien Hirst's wretched late works fetch (in his canon, the equivalent of the classic Emin My Bed would be exorbitant beyond numbers), like a bronze pregnant woman with half her skin peeled off.

I've embedding Love Never Wanted Me here, but please do go to Black Box for more.