Below are the various national pavilions in the Giardini, pretty much in the order that I encountered them:
The first day we went to the Arsenale. Apparently it is connected to old naval facilities and rope was made there at some point. The building / compound is in itself amazing and so things in there can look great as well. However I was duly impressed with the beginning of the show in this location. It was very cohesive and the work was powerful.
A site specific work by Ibraham Mahama (from Ghana) used old coal sacks to cover the walls of a very long pathway outside of the Arsenale. It was a very beautiful impressive piece and also seemed to be an ode to El Anatsui, who is also from Ghana.
Oscar Murillo covered school desks all over the world with canvas and let the kids draw on it for an entire school year. The results are displayed on these slick copper-topped tables. Those from Kenya were especially red from the indigenous dirt.
Tiffany Chung (Vietnam) made these delicate and fastidious drawings based on a variety of alarming statistics from around the world.
After Berlin we visited my cousin in Waiblingen, which is a suburb of Stuttgart in the south of Germany. On a Sunday they took me to an arty kids’ park called Eins und Alles (One and Everything). It was founded on the idea of providing sensory experiences for all ages and the different stations / activities are designed by students from an art school in the area and constructed with the help of disabled people. It was pretty fun to go through!
Back at home, my first cousin had a birthday party and the Lego police station he got (and immediately assembled) was his pride and joy.
While we didn’t make it into Stuttgart itself, we went to the downtown of Waiblingen which was absolutely adorable and walkable.
Venice has been burning hot. Now I understand when folks talk about taking a shower and then feeling immediately damp again. Worse than the midwest. However it is beautiful and charming nonetheless and we take walks at night when it is just slightly cooler. Below are some impressions of the city.
I was hoping to see more Art Nouveau residue that can be found here and there in Berlin.
The Holocaust memorial; a huge grid of these blocks covers an entire city block. Not visible in the image is the descending floor; as one walks in, the steles grow taller, creating a greater sense of overpowerment and anonymity.
We briefly stepped into this old bar / night club in the Kreuzberg area that had a residue of another kind.