One feels the imminence of the opening of the annual contemporary art exhibition in the way one feels the approach of a heavily-laden barge on a body of still water. (Hint: A barely perceptible surge of energy which produces only the faintest wave, but you know it’s caused by something very big.)
For the past 10-14 days the impact zone delimited by via Garibaldi/Giardini/Arsenale has experienced similar increasing energy manifested by more people outside drinking at bars, more people dragging suitcases to hotels and apartments, MANY more people clogging the supermarket aisles, almost all of whom don’t look much like the locals. They are more uptown, more trendy (hair, clothes, makeup, accessories — the full catastrophe, as Zorba said about something else). They walk around looking at each other and at themselves — I don’t know, I can just tell that they’re looking at themselves. The Venetians seem to be invisible to them as they occupy a stage on which the curtain is about to rise. It’s an interesting sensation to be in the same place as someone else and yet not be in the same place at all.
None of these musings is intended to be pejorative. I’m just attempting to convey the altered atmosphere, the shifting of the rpm’s in the old zeitgeist. And why would there not be such alterations? The Biennale (founded in 1895) now runs for seven months of the year, and is worth 30 million euros. The article I read cited that number but didn’t clarify how it breaks down, but as I look around, I’m guessing that at least 28 million euros are spent on vaporetto tickets and taxis. And drinks and ice cream cones. The joint is definitely jumping.
120 artists from 51 countries are featured, including plucky little Kiribati, out in the Pacific Ocean, where each new day officially begins. There are 85 “national participations,” according to the press release, strewn about the city from the national pavilions at the Giardini to 260 other spaces wherever they might be claimed, from non-practicing churches to literal holes in the wall. There are 23 “collateral events,” 5,000 journalists, and a healthy number of luxury yachts ranging from big to astonishingly ginormous. So far, so normal.
What follows are some glimpses from the past few days, bits that show what the arrival of the Biennale looks like. This is not an encyclopedia because life is short and my interest in the subject likewise. I was impelled to put this together merely to give a resident’s-eye view of the proceedings. There will certainly be more jinks of various heights in the next few days (Opening Day is officially Saturday, May 13), but I won’t be trying to keep up with them. I’m covering this entirely by whim. It’s my new operating system.
Goodness — I had hoped to make it clear that this level of activity is what you see in the first few days leading up to the official opening. Things calm down and smooth out from now on. I have no personal stake in your coming to see it, but I don’t want you to renounce it because of my blog! Come in October or November, if you really want to avoid people!
My first time in Venice (it was November that time), I didn’t know what this Biennale thing was. But I loved all the bizarre and whimsical remnants I came upon, from a Grand Canal dock turned into a life-size chess board to a large fish made from old door parts hidden up some forgotten calle.
My favorite in this collection is the hands at Ca’ Sagredo–are they propping it up or tearing it down? Since they come out of the water, an argument could be made for either interpretation.
Now that the closed park is spiffed up, do you know if there are any plans to open it, as they did the park nearby? Once the rhino is gone, of course. Those things can be dangerous.
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Brilliant! I thought I’d like to go to the Biennale one year but you’ve just made me realise I really, really, don’t need to have all the hassle ?
Goodness — I had hoped to make it clear that this level of activity is what you see in the first few days leading up to the official opening. Things calm down and smooth out from now on. I have no personal stake in your coming to see it, but I don’t want you to renounce it because of my blog! Come in October or November, if you really want to avoid people!
Thanks, Erla. Yes, I have been in Venice in September/November and caught some of the Biennale by accident and enjoyed what I saw ?
I forgot to say, your blog is terrific ?
My first time in Venice (it was November that time), I didn’t know what this Biennale thing was. But I loved all the bizarre and whimsical remnants I came upon, from a Grand Canal dock turned into a life-size chess board to a large fish made from old door parts hidden up some forgotten calle.
My favorite in this collection is the hands at Ca’ Sagredo–are they propping it up or tearing it down? Since they come out of the water, an argument could be made for either interpretation.
Now that the closed park is spiffed up, do you know if there are any plans to open it, as they did the park nearby? Once the rhino is gone, of course. Those things can be dangerous.
I have no idea. I don’t even have the barest ingredients of an idea. Sorry…