La Biennale di Venezia
Art is art is art – we thought while walking through the heat from one building to another. “We are in Germany, close to Australia”, we said, looking at the map of the Biennale. The countries were just buildings, all so close. It felt a bit like a roman city, each building was dedicated to a country, the name of the country was always proudly written above the entrances. Inside: there was music, a mirror on the floor, chairs hanging and falling and standing and occupying the German building, raining coins and women with umbreallas, a wall of flies made of book paper snippets in Australia – a lot, there was. Impressive. Overwhelming. Hot. So after a few hours, we went back to Venice’ canals again. It felt just like another exhibition, Venice itself is an art work; simply beautiful.