Actually, this is the view from our apartment in Rabac, Croatia. Lovely, isn’t it?
And this is dinner – some cevapcici, a tomato salad, beans & blitva (i think that’s what the greens are called) and fried potatoes.
Love this series of photographs of S taken by my brother in Croatia. He’s an emerging artist, you know.
she’s looking at photos of our trip. Very thoughtful.
sweet girl.
Venice was quite gruelling. It was extremely humid. Just plain hot.
We only had two full days there, and it slowly dawned on us that there was an awful lot of art to see. For SJ especially, he felt a lot of pressure to see as much as possible. We were happy with seeing both Biennale sites, Giardini and Arsenale, which fortunately were both only a couple of vaporetto stops from our apartment.We loved the Miranda July sculpture garden.
My little girl.
My wriggling girl.
They just met 5 mins ago.
It was actually amazing to be there with SJ who is an actual artist, and who knows about contemporary art. So amazing to have conversations / arguments about things that aren’t to do with babies or domestic arrangements. Really felt as though I had stepped outside of myself for at least a little while, on occasion, during this trip. I even feel half-motivated to do some study again, as I have realised that indeed, the mind is a terrible thing to waste.
We abandoned Peggy Guggenheim for another time, as we’ve been before, and instead went to the new Pinault collection http://www.artinfo.com/galleryguide/26534/13300/121516/franois-pinault-foundation-punta-della-dogana/exhibition/mapping-the-studio-artists-from-the-franois-pinault-collection/
The Chapman Brothers’ ‘Fucking Hell’ was extraordinary.
Our other favourite was the Nordic/Danish stand at the Biennale. It appealed to the conceptual artist and design aficionado, and the baby.
We argued a lot about the Shaun Gladwell work at the Australian stand. That was fun.
There was a lot of traipsing about – up and down bridges, along canals, sweltering on the vaporetto. S got a terrible heat rash, although she wasn’t upset by it. Just looked unpleasant. Although the vaporetto churns along the canal, giving the idea that it might be nice and breezy, in fact, it’s not at all. There’s no breeze. I saw pools of perspiration gathering in the bags underneath passengers’ eyes many times. Nobody gave up their precious seat, not for young or old.
Still. Venice is undeniably glorious. But maybe leave the baby at home next time…?
