Oh Biennale… 61 — Part 3
Oh Biennale… 61 — Part 3
We walked inside the Pavilion.
Art was everywhere. Of every kind.
An old wooden boat standing in the middle of a room.
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Huge paintings. Sculptures. Stories.
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So much to take in… so hard to focus, with excitement running through every part of me.
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We placed our bags in a small apartment inside the Pavilion, and began a tour.
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An introduction.
An explanation.
A glimpse into what the Biennale was about to become.
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Artists everywhere.
Different languages.
same energies.
Different worlds connecting to one.
Everything was inspiring.
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Those 40 hours… could have lasted a week.
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We took a little rest, and later Valentina and I went for a walk, to feel the city.
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I had been to Venice a few times in my life…
But never like this.
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Never as an artist.
Never as someone who was about to become part of this incredible mosaic of art.
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Every street felt alive.
Every bridge felt exciting.
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That evening, the Countess arranged a dinner inside the Pavilion.
Friends. Artists. Stories=, music.
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We walked through the rooms of the pavilion.
I haven't seen before… party hall, private spaces, hidden corners of the palace.
Everything decorated.
Portraits of the Countess’s family, watching from the walls for over 500 years.
And in other rooms…
Paintings. Masterpieces.
Works by some of the most celebrated artists in the world.
It felt like walking inside a living museum.
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. . I had brought a small gift with me. A small print of one of my artworks. . And I still couldn’t believe that something created by my hands would stand beside all this history, all this beauty. . |  |
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That night…
I fell asleep in seconds.
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And then, a new day began early.
I met Natalia,
A sweet Italian model I had invited just a few days before.
I simply told her:
“I’ll be in Venice… let’s create something emotional.”
And so we did.
Beautiful portraits.
Honest moments.
(The images you see here in the blog.)
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Later, we returned to the Pavilion.
Coffee.
The Countess. Joan. Valentina.
And then, casually, she said:
“You know… tomorrow is my birthday.”
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I smiled.
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“congratulations… happy birthday. .... Mine too.”
The same date.
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What are the chances?
“So what are your plans tomorrow?” She smiled and said: “I’m driving to Barcelona… I’ll arrive on Friday.” . Friday. My birthday party. So I asked her: “Then come. Let’s celebrate together.” And so it happened. She came. |  |
And we had an unforgettable night.
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I’ll close this page of the diary with one thought….
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Sometimes, when everything begins to flow…
when the right people appear…
when every problem somehow arrives with its own solution…
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You feel something bigger is quietly at work.
All the stars are in the right place.
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At that moment…
I didn’t feel on Earth.
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I felt somewhere inside the Milky Way.
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Part 4 ….. click here
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