so after two years, i did went back to venezia. just for the biennale. and still hating the city for the same reason. i really don't get what's so special about a beautiful city if it has completely no meaning in it. like it's a city that no longer functions as it supposed to be. it's a city running its wheel solely for the reason of tourism. it would be too foolish to fall in love with a lady that was born beautiful but has grown soulless.
but anyway back to the main reason which was the biennale. again this time with a much tighter time to explore, i only managed to go through arsenale, but completely missed the one at giardini. this year was much less impressive comparing to two years ago. i didn't take home with me much remarks from the artworks that i saw. there was this maps of syrian refugees beautifully crafted and framed (fourth picture). there was this scrapbooks of one movie director which i don't remember the name (fifth picture). i always like something handwritten, it's like a very personal way of thinking and it's a much worthy souvenir of thought rather than digital things on your computer screen. and then there's these two giant phoenix by a chinese artist (first picture). it impressed me a lot on the technical side (they were made of industrial wastes), but not much on the conceptual side.
then again, within the super limited time for me to explore the biennale i insisted to visit another carlo scarpa's craft which was the negozio olivetti (last picture). it's less impressive than the one in verona but still the thoughtful details are something to be admired.
