I haven’t been to the official Biennale. Not yet. Not being part of the art jet-set or a correspondent with a strict dead line has some privileges, and lot of consequences on job..
So I’ve found a sort of affinity with the feelings expressed by Christy Lange on Frieze Magazine. “I started to feel relieved, and, actually, relaxed”. I think that is the best way for being part of a place, Venice, and of an event, the Biennale. “And, without even realizing it, that’s exactly what I had been waiting for.”
txt: Postcards from Venice – pt. 5: Easy Does It – Frieze Magazine
It was the first time I’d looked out at the tourists gliding by in gondolas and not wished that I was one of them, but rather felt I was perfectly content to be here, exactly in this spot, not worrying what I should be seeing next or what else I might be missing. Meanwhile, Kjartansson proceeded with his work unhurriedly – rearranging his easel and mixing paints and stopping to chat with his mother, while his model sat on the sofa plucking a guitar and looking sulky. I know it sounds like a bad music video, but in fact the Icelandic pavilion succeeds in creating an informal atmosphere without being shabby. And, without even realizing it, that’s exactly what I had been waiting for.
img: 167 – kDamo on flickr.com
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