(part 3)
Their collection of works is amazing. It brought old Bruce Naumans, Richard Serras to life. Things I wanted to walk past because in other galleries the same artist hadn't been so memorable: here they spoke with beautiful elegance and life! I saw for the first time in real 3D form the drawings / film of William Kentridge. It was presented to well, like everything else the spaces the rooms chosen, the sequences chosen, everything just fitted so well. This curator should receive double pay! Bonuses for her. I apologize I forgot her name, but I will check and I will order the catalogue because the entire building gave me palpitations of unbelievable joy!
The Tate Gallery gave me this kind of joy once with the 1st half of the Chinese show early last summer, in Liverpool. Where I nearly cried a tear of happiness, too. But rarely have I seen anything comparable to the exhibition at Museon in Bolzano!
I eventually took the night train back to Venice to do some filming with my cine camera (yes, I dragged that around with me… Like a lump of lead.) and soak up some more watery spirit. Oh it is beautiful. I took the Tragettho accross the canal and then decided to stay on it and paid the catain for several crossings.. He just thought I am a bit mad. The tragettho is a gondola without the nicknacks and is used at fixed points along the grand canal where there are no bridges but people need to cross. THAT is a real gondola, actually. No gimmics but function. Oh and infinitely cheaper. A crossing is 50 cent. And several crossings are quite fine to get a feel for the gondola experience.
The return journey home reminded me how much I loath Ryan Air, MUSt remember to NEVER fly with them again. I'd rather cycle, yes, all the way. What a shambles.
So here I am, back. Ready to roll dung.
