Ah, Venice again…

Trav­el­ling down the grand canal on a vapor­etti this morn­ing was amaz­ing and won­der­ful. I just kept grin­ning. This was the one Italian town I really wanted to see again. And here I am.

Spent the whole day look­ing at cool art at the Bien­nale. Even man­aged to get press accred­it­a­tion, so it’s cost­ing me nothing.
Remem­ber how part of this trip was sup­posed to be about what I do next? I think I want to do this, just travel around from fest­ival to fest­ival writ­ing. Don’t know how that works in with the pos­sible having-a-kid thing but damn it sounds appealing.

I’m very impressed with the Aus­tralian show­ing here: I thought Patri­cia Pic­cinin­i’s work was impress­ive when I saw it at the Bien­nale of Sydney last year but now I can see it’s really world class.

Other really impress­ive work included the Danish pavil­ion with a bunch of optical illu­sions, includ­ing a work which makes you see in black and white in a yellow field, some­what like how I ima­gine Lizz K views the world and just like that scene from the Brit 70s TV movie where the boy goes into the tele­vi­sion. I also liked a few of the works of trash influence.

The only real draw­back of being here is that it turns out I’ll now miss Krys­tal… we were sup­posed to catch up in Prague, but she got there earlier than I expec­ted and then we didn’t manage to get in touch prop­erly until today. Dammit.