A friend of a friend was recently
quoted as saying “If travelling was free, they’d never come back home.” That they’d
keep going without stopping. I believed them and wished I’d be as honest as
they were!
Hanging out with the folk I do, I
was meant to come to Venice earlier but wasn’t really sure I wanted to. I am at
a point in my life where my travels are dictated by numerous factors – will, family,
time, finances, immigration terms & conditions etc (not necessarily in
that order). I had every reason not to but thanks to my partner-in-crime, when
the Biennale started, I had to get here. I got ‘the release’ from family, made time, accessed some funds and dealt
with the consular man. Come Saturday,
after Kim’s show, we caught the flight and after the usual airport delays, some
profiling and misplaced luggage we got to Marco Polo.
It’s my first time in Venice so I
gave myself time to play tourist; Amanda, Soi and I even had time to be
fleeced. We almost paid five euros a piece to feed stray pigeons yet when we
were 10, that would have been enough to own all the birds in the hood we grew
up in. True story. Luckily we didn’t!
After settling in, we did the
usual – pizza, beer, photos, getting lost… then started doing what we told the
immigration guys was bringing us to Venice – the true story!
We even got a “Guida alla
Biennale di Venezia 2017” and hit the road to see the Biennale. As it was
Sunday, most places were closed but we set out to get our bearings and laugh at
other tourists taking selfies. We saw a couple of spaces and identified the
next day’s targets.
Monday morning, everything was
still closed so we set out on a mission to see Damien Hirst’s “Treasures
from the Wreck of the Unbelievable” at
Palazzo Grassi but had a chance encounter with the Cuban (National) Pavilion –
Tempo De La Intuicion. It felt like winning a lottery! There is an unmissable
communist era typical Cuban car for special effect that draws everyone in
Venice to the location.
Rene Pena's Digital photographs On Canvas (133x100cm Each) - Images courtesy Michael Soi |
When I walked into the Instituto
Veneto de Scienze, Lettere Ed Arti, I wasn’t ready for what awaited! Every work
takes your breath away. It all deserves to be there. It is coherently put
together. That pavilion cannot be described by a couple of words but when
forced to use a single word, It’d be in the superlative.
Abel Barroso' Cuban Style Cyber Lounge (Xylography Based installation) |
It’s one helluva pavilion. The type of stuff artists live for. Well
conceptualized and properly presented. Their publications are all in Spanish
but to hell with languages. The work speaks to you. In your mother tongue. You don’t want to leave.
Ivan Capote's Life Is A Text That We Learn To Read (l) and Aimee Garcia's Rewind (Perfomance & Video installation) |
As someone interested in
presenting contemporary culture, I figured - what does it take to commission
artists produce work of such scale & importance, ship it to ‘remote’ Venezia and exhibit it
for the duration of the biennale? I thought I did. Maybe I do. But for the team
that did it - Viva Cuba. I shall definitely go see it again and when I grow up,
I wish I can walk into an exhibition somewhere far away from home and see work
by my kinsfolk presented just like that. In a space as grand as that. Or even
better.
Once upon a time, we had a vision
of having a proper country pavilion in Venice. We still do. Some of us think we
already have. Long story for another day.
Propaganda tells us that countries like Cuba, North Korea, and Zimbabwe among others, are dictatorships that can never get anything right but that’s just what it is. Propaganda.
Propaganda tells us that countries like Cuba, North Korea, and Zimbabwe among others, are dictatorships that can never get anything right but that’s just what it is. Propaganda.
This morning, the plan is to go
see Zimbabwe, South Africa, Nigeria, Damien Hirst and Another Country.
Pleasant suprises are welcome
though.
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