Oh Biennale… 61 — Part 2

Oh Biennale… 61 — Part 2

A week passed.

I’m still inside a dream.
Just a few months from now
on one hand, so soon,
on the other… time doesn’t move.

What do I need to do?
So many questions.
Mental, operational, everything at once.

How will it look?
What will it become?

But honestly ,
I just want to be there.

To see it.
To feel it.
To smell it.
To let every sense understand what my mind still cannot.

To meet the Countess.

I call Joan.
“When do we go? I want to come with you.”

He says, “Of course. Soon.”

Soon…
which feels like forever.

Then — a date.
Flight tickets.

We will sleep at the Pavilion,
where the magic is happening.

I hold all of this very close.
I don’t share it with many people.

It feels fragile.

As if someone might tap my shoulder and say,
“Hi Rani… it was just a joke.”

And in the meantime
in a parallel world
I begin to prepare.

A new website.
New words, written from somewhere deeper than before.

I organize the works.
By series. By memory.

Old images return.
Pieces I haven’t seen in years.

I meet them again.

My eyes get heavy.
Tears fall without asking.

Each artwork carries a life.

A moment. A version of me I once was.

To meet your own passion again,and again

is something I still don’t know how to explain.

Then, the time comes.

We meet at the airport.
Joan is there, with a friend, Valentina.

An artist.

An energy I don’t yet understand,
but I feel it immediately.

We are three.

We land in Venice.
A taxi boat carries us forward.

A 40-hour journey begins.

We arrive at the port,
in front of the Pavilion.

It is… big.

Impressive in a way that makes you quiet.

Before entering, Joan suggests coffee.

Copido.

We stand there,
holding small cups of an amazing coffee strong and and mix with my excitement

And then, without warning ,
she appears.

The Countess.
Her team.
Two beautiful dogs.

They welcome us there,
in the middle of the coffee.

I almost lose my voice.

The excitement reaches a place I didn’t know existed.

We enter the Pavilion
from the residential side.

A building from 1610.
Built by the family.

You don’t just walk in
you step into history.

Inside, everything feels alive.

A space that is not only a building,
but a work of art in itself.

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