Oh Biennale… 61 — Part 4
Oh Biennale 61 - Part 4
The time has come.
The artworks were sent.
They arrived at the Palace.
.
A small heart attack
one of the wooden boxes was broken.
But inside…
everything was safe.
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We flew to Miami,
For my daughter’s graduation.
What an amazing days. So exciting.
So emotional.
Pure happiness.
Best quality time with the most important people.
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Back to Barcelona, 20 hours to leave again.
This time - Venice, Different excitement filling me.
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An afternoon of preparation.
Hairdresser, than meeting the fashion designer Anthony Sanchez.
Who created an incredible leopard jacket for me.
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Everything aligning.
Everything building.
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Tuesday morning.
Back to the airport.
The excitement is climbing high.
Almost too high.
.
I meet Martin. My manager,
We check the gate together.
Half an hour before the flight - a delay.
We go for coffee.
We come back.
.
The flight is gone. OMG.
We missed it.
We area just standing there,
looking at each other,
not understanding.
.
This has never happened to us.
And of all days - today.
The day of the press opening.
I will not be in my event ? is it possible?
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On the way to the airport,
Martin had met a Korean girl.
She was lost, trying to get to Venice.
Afraid she would miss her flight.
And somehow…
We all did.
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Now we are three.
Finding a new flight, three hours later.
My big suitcase…
already on its way to Venice.
Without me.
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Luckily - something told me to pack clothes for the night
in my hand bag.
Like you never know…
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The event starts at 17:30.
We land at 18:00.
No time.
I run.
Looking for my suitcase.
Nothing.
I stand there,
on the edge of tears.
Lost and found.
An incredible woman takes me inside.
She holds me,
walks me through the chaos.
She opens a door.
And there it is.
My suitcase.
Standing alone, in the middle of the room.
I hug her.
Thanks her in every language I know.
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We run to the bathroom.
Changing clothes.
Run again.
Taxi boat.
The water are splashing hard, the sea is high, but we have to make it.
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We arrive at 18:40.
Late,but there.
And the event…
is alive. (Thanks god)
Beautiful people,
.
Dressed amazing in a an amazing Exhibition of the Pavilion,
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Decorated in so many expressions and emotions of great Biennale artists.
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Speeches, music, Live jam, alcohol.
What a night.
Faces I knew only from a screen,
from a WhatsApp group, now real.
In front of me.
Different.
Unique.
Inspiring.
Artist to artist,
we speak the same energy.
And in that moment…
Everything feels right.
What a way to end this day.
If I had tried to write it,
I would have never imagined it to be like this.
The event started at 17:30 and ended at 23:00
So we decided to continue the night in another party until 03:00 am
What a roller coaster day
Good night.
Chapter 5 …….. click here
The countess Chiara Modica Dona Dalle Rose and me, in the opening night.
