I visit the Venice Biennale. I accidently become art.

I am at the Venice Biennale 2017.

A man who is art walks past slowly. He is wearing a long white and navy apron. He jingles quietly like bells.

I photograph him.

Oh fuck. He turns. He comes right up to me and looks directly at me. He speaks quietly. I try not to panic.

He invites me to his garden. I follow. It would be rude not to. Photographing art is not a neutral act.

He leads me through a curtain. Into a Japanese garden.

There is a seat with. A label saying “do not sit”. And a stone tied up in string.

He picks up the stone. He picks up the label. He asks me to sit. I do.

Will I wait for him. Yes. I have become performance art. Lots of people are photographing me.

I wait for him. He comes back. Good. He holds a wooden tray out towards me. There is a sealed letter on it. He says I should open it next time I experience a moment of pure beauty. I say yes.

He thanks me. I thank him. I can stop being art.

FIN

About rachelcockett

Museums, art and heritage. Fundraiser and donor. Equal rights and equal representation. Doing what I can to level the playing field.
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1 Response to I visit the Venice Biennale. I accidently become art.

  1. Pingback: The Venice Biennale, a guide and a review | @rachelcockett

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