I think it’s going to be my personal view of the Biennale: a journey through places, events, streets, people, art: a slow pace, a map of the collateral events and the other venues and my eyes open
txt: Not seeing but drowning: my visit to the Venice Biennale
Three days follow, throughout which you are doing pretty much nothing but looking at art, but when you leave it’s clear that you’ve seen practically nothing at all. Did I see Krossing in Mestre? No. Did I catch Blue Zone at Campo San Zaccaria? I’m afraid not. What about Seduction into the Sign in the Campo della Chiesa? There was no time. And perhaps these are much more interesting than anything that did pass under my gaze. So the guilt sets in: what was I doing all that time? What was I thinking of?
video: Sorry I’m Late by Tomas Mankovsky on vimeo.com
