we had a nice time in venice, didn't we folks?
some notes:
(1) and (2) being a tourist on the vaparetto
(3) Ukrainian artist–protestor blocking entrance to the Russian pavilion
(4) sperm racing (lol, apparently a real thing) in Maja Malou Lyse's Danish pavilion
(5) Dana Awartani's "May your tears never dry, you who weep over stones" at the Saudi Arabian pavilion (certainly winning the golden lion for best title)
(6) cat-mania in Oriol Vilanova's "Los Restos" at the Spanish pavilion
(7) me and my baby making the trek to the summit of Ei Arakawa-Nash's "Grass Babies, Moon Babies," at the Japan pavilion (8) my poem reward for changing the baby's diaper
(9) @zoepetkanas on the vaparetto, experiencing one of the only pregnancy accomodations in all of Venice, what a trooper
(10) and (11) "The Galeazze Project" by Faustin Linyekula, one of the most memorable performances i've seen
(12) Theo Eshetu's "The Garden of the Broken-Hearted," an actual olive tree planted inside, with a video of that tree thriving in nature projected onto it. A lot going on there, read into it what you will.
(13) Belarus Free Theatre’s "Confessional of the System," one of many great works in "Official. Unofficial. Belarus.”
(14) Nalini Malini's "of women born" at Magazzini del Sale
(15) surprise organ concert at the BFT after party
(16) a dance party in a 12th century church, only in Venice
got bummed throughout the week that I wasnt seeing enough—for instance i never got into the Austrian pavilion that is going viral, did not spend nearly enough time in the main exhibition "in minor keys," and never made it to "Strange Rules," which I was supposed to write about—but as always you've got to appreciate what you did spend time with.
My personal golden lions go to (1) Khaled Sabsabi's "conference of one's self," where the pouring rain forced me spend considerable time with that quietly powerful, meditative piece (2) Gabrielle Goliath's "elegy" (which left Zoe sobbing) and (3) the entire Paulo Nazareth show at Punta Della Dogana. The fact that I got not a single photo of any of these probably says something about my engagement with the art!
thanks for reading my blog
meant to post this a couple months ago, but now seems as good a time as any, seeing as how it's exactly one year since zoe asked me if she was too sweaty to kiss under a street lamp outside birdys on the hottest brooklyn night of the year. honey, you're never too sweaty to kiss.
the christmas tree has moved an estimated six feet in two weeks our projections indicate it will reach the street curb around mid March will update again soon
i forgot to publish (that's what im calling it now when i post) these photos last summer when i went on a spirit quest to sicily (i.e. sit on a beach, read, and eat pasta) but time is a flat circle and all that and it's summer again and i don't think i'll be going to sicily this year so let's just pretend, okay? the jersey shore is exactly like southern Italy, i promise
