two journeys, some images and a reflection, June and October 2007
I always find Venice a bit melancholic. Silently sinking, slowly decomposing. I keep thinking that the city is like a theatre stage. Dreamlike with its gothic, renaissance, barock facades and quiet, abadoned piazzas. In the evening it gets a little spooky. Empty palaces. Dark windows. Only here and there you see a light from the inside. Some people are still living here. It´s obvious In the daylight when you see the clotheslines going from one house to another, across the narrow streets. The inhabitants displaying their most intimate garments. As they want to emphasize "we are here! "
day sitting at a bar at the quay of Zattere I overhear a talk between
two American young men.
before we were flying out, the base got attacked. I was just like...you
know... do what I was doing, you know.
look across the water. Il Redentore, Palladios masterpiece catches my
eye. Bright white.
Venice is shadow and light, full of beauty and the past. Well kept, almost
intact, saved for the future so we can be contemporary with the history
for a moment.
and some favourites from the Biennal:
Sofie Calle, Gabriele Basilico, Emily Jacir, Tracy Emin, The African pavillion, Joseph Kosuth, Dan Perjovschi,
Nancy Spero, Chiesa di San Stae, Kara Walker