Venice: a series of observations noted on a mobile phone
From the Welsh pavilion- ‘Nihil divinum stabile est. Caetera fumus.’
‘Nothing is stable if not divine. The rest is smoke.’
From the locals in the Cantina Do Spade: “Water makes rust”
From my balcony, stylish tricycles
Artworks and eccentrics clamoring for attention
Stretched faces and Art as selfie backdrop
The British pavilion with its fnarr fnarr one liners
Japanese tourists in gondolas, Elton John’s boat.
Guidecca for phantom parties,
Gianni’s pizza & prosecco; Nico’s icecream.
Irish freeform events with a Rubber-band.
Isolation island of Lazzaretto,
A missed boat that came back for us
Two dogs delighted to see humans,
Gold text hidden in the grass
Murano glass, Burano glass, “Never get off the boat”
Still swaying even back on dry land.
“We’re never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy…”
Bypassed by the arbiters of the Scottish pavilion
No party, just a disconnect,
A lack of understanding like the autocorrect, that keeps getting it wrong.
A London-Paris Art journo excited about Milan,
For Prada/ Armani openings and gold ostentation
Yes stickers disintegrating in the heat,
Once on, they never come off, so I don’t mind
Transposed into the land of milk and honey with a gut wrenching dislocation from the events going on back home.
A smorgasbord of art activity, opinions, and approaches
A web of connections, encounters, and possibilities
A maze of experiences, illuminations, and thought processes
A riddle of routes, alleys and deadends
By the time I get my bearings, it’s time to leave
I stayed on the Lido but never saw the beach
I went to the Biennale but did I really see the art?
Venice needed more time, I needed more time
But there’s never enough of that.