Oh Biennale… 61 — Part 5
Oh Biennale 61- Part 5
We slept in the palace.
Four artists in the same apartment.
Not very comfortable.
But who cares.
.
I woke up into a new day.
Still somewhere in the sky.
Italian coffee at Cupido, next to the pavilion.
Strong. Simple. Perfect.
Soaking up the atmosphere,
of a city entering a 7-month celebration.
.
Walking back to the palace,
I knew I needed to speak with the Countess.
She was busy.
.
Surrounded by people.
Well dressed.
Moving slowly between the artworks.
A private tour.
.
They stopped in front of me.
The Countess introduced me.
We stood together,
in front of my work.
Looking.
Talking.
Questions.
A real conversation.
In front of the Leopard.
The young lady looked at me and asked
if I could paint her. If I can create with her.
I smiled.
It would be an honor. I said.
Will you come to Barcelona, I asked.
She said yes.
I lives in Paris.
.
A few minutes later,
I received a message from her on WhatsApp.
Her name.
I searched it.
.
A princess. OMG
From France.
Paris.
I stopped for a second.
What is going on here. I Have asked myself.
I have been here for only sixteen hours.
Outside, it was raining.
The Biennale starts.
We went to the Giardini. Martin. Valentina and me.
.
A beautiful place.
First day, invitation only.
People from all over the world of art.
Different voices.
Different expressions.
All of it inspiring.
.
And then, suddenly,
something shifted.
My head started spinning.
My legs felt heavy.
Everything slowed down.
.
Maybe the jet lag.
Maybe the excitement.
Maybe everything together.
.
I found a chair.
Sat down.
And thought to myself,
It is time to stop.
To rest.
And so I did.
.
Tomorrow is the big opening.
A big day.
Many people will come.
I need to be ready.
Part 6. ……. soon
  
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