Bonsoir monde.
Yeah I know, there are at least two days that do not 'signs of life, well, I've told the alvevo that this blog would not have been lying in a bed of roses for ever. No okay, actually I have other projects, which are quite concentrated, so I'm not going to think of something else.
Yet, today I did. Yes, because today I went to see the Gardens of the Biennale di Venezia.
Because I had already visited Corderie Arsenal a few months ago, I thought to go see the gardens as a pleasant memory I wore the other shows.
However, the company was different: this time In fact, I was sadly accompanied my parents, so I can say that I have not fully enjoyed the show. Last time, however, have been accompanied by my uncles Dutch, including my uncle's art critic, so you can imagine that its actions were pleasant and well placed.
However, I am not here to tell you about this, not exactly.
I wanted to talk about the so-called 'mates show'.
I'm sure that anyone who took part in an artistic event of this kind and refined sense of observation, he knows what kind of characters I am dedicated.
will be absurd to say, but those are people with whom you seem to have a history of the same duration of an emotion caused by work.
Those who accompany you silently, unconsciously or not, during the very elegant experiments which are the art exhibitions.
I can assure you that the best people I've addocchiati to these events: when they take part, to understand how you feel with just one - albeit invasive-looking, what the mind of your partner shows are composing.
do not need many words in fact, I do not ever use in fact, during these occasions.
It seems like a waste of silence to say the least intellectual.
art, beauty, music, are those species that need their silence intelligent, in fact.
However, in my case, the fellow shows were three. Leave from the less interesting.
Companion # 1: The guy who understands the art there shit.
features: blond hair, fairly short, straight and shaggy, blue eyes, very nice and comfortable clothing, complete with a classic backpack tourists. Nationality unknown, probably Danish.
equipment: a face that was all a program.
A boy. We're talking about a guy. A boy who could not understand his art a cock, or maybe you could tell us too, but it certainly was not willing to express this complex his understanding, if not by some movement of facial muscles.
I met him in three specific locations: Hall of Canada, Paglione Egypt, Hall of Denmark.
Del Hall of Canada, not to know which fantasy artist Ostrogoths, were projected on a dark wall, a video of some people who skated in an ice rink that was made space in a patently American city die; the whole was characterized by boredom indescribable to say the least.
But apparently, this guy from unknown nationality, did not think exactly like me. In fact, he, he was happily placed in front of that wall and that silly movie, with a smile that I really can not describe. Throughout the time that I turned for the pavilion, he did not look away from the screen, and when riappoggiai eyes on him, he still had that stupid smile on his face. Needless to say, finding myself in front of the show this innocence, I could not smile back.
then I met him outside the other two pavilions overwritten, lying in the most bizarre, to observe points not yet well defined, and still showing off those smiles mongoloid child.
In fact, I have yet to figure out if it is actually used to do smosfie of this kind, or if he was thinking of something funny.
Companion # 2: The reckless photographer.
Features: another boy suspected of nationality. Blond hair, rather long, straight and not too much care. Blue eyes, serious face, slender body covered with dark clothes and pretty comfortable.
equipment: an SLR-sized indescribable.
A boy. Let's talk about another guy. That kind of person that if it gives all his time on a photosensitive film, food grade does not have air to fill the lungs.
I met him directly in 2 places: the Danish pavilion, the pavilion in Japan.
In Hall of Denmark, rotrovai in front of me, just a door wide, yes and no, one and a half. He had the inherent accuracy to place themselves exactly in the middle, with the camera already in the line of the eyes, ready to shoot the imaginative work of the artist in front of him. The problem was this: "the dear boy, had been kind enough to place them precisely in the middle of a door step, with the elbows extended when it was humanly possible, and then found a herd of people around who were trying to pass to go in ' other room.
All the others, obviously very willing to wait for our fearless photographer did his pigs are comfortable, they went away impatiently, while I, not being too high, I lowered it slightly and crept silently to the other room, turning then to look at that person.
After a few seconds I stared at him, the boy snapped his photo so sweaty, and turned with the usual cold and serious face.
But one thing betrayed him: he was smiling with his eyes.
I met him again in the Japan pavilion. Well, more or less outside of the pavilion in Japan in fact.
I was quietly coming out of the Hall of North Korea, when, lifting up a bit 'look, I saw our fearless photographer skillfully climbed the wall of the pavilion unusual in Japan, still with his camera to the eye line. I was staring at a large handful of second-during which all driving me since I had carefully positioned at the center of the pavilion, but I do not fragata more -so, and he certainly did not disappoint my expectations: it shows a series of stunts that went past the boy smile Boeotian described above.
course, must have been quite happy with the prospect that the original had been found to be up there.
Companion # 3: the modern dandy.
Physical characteristics: nationality still suspected, probably English. A man of fairly advanced age. Dressed very elegantly with a black suit, a hat the same color, and white hair, carefully cut and arranged. Looking concerned, aesthetics, certainly. Goggles round lens, with very thin frame.
equipment: an iphone.
I met him almost everywhere, was the companion exhibition to excellence.
This man aroused my curiosity right now, because the clothing so nice, elegant and poetic, and the air that he drew back. It was the sort of man who exercised a fascination not just, or ERDF will be me that I had just finished reading Oscar Wilde. He peered closer look
with each work, he same time, but did not open his mouth.
The interesting scene took place in the Germany pavilion.
In fact, in my opinion, it was really fucked up of epic proportions. A cluster of treated wood placed on mo 'kitchen, with a single detail: a stuffed cat resting on top of one of those tall furniture. It will be that the dandy
liked the cat, is that he has grasped something that I have missed: extracted from the breast pocket of his jacket and bright with a clear iphone concentration on his face he took a picture of that cat with the newspaper how in the mouth. Evidently
that element must have really hit, since it was not certain what kind of person to fill the film of a camera with photos of works.
Or simply found it tacky to say the least.
enough, I concluded. Au revoir.
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