Guggenheim Redux

The sense of arrival you feel at Peggy Guggenheim's Venice outpost is bellissimo. Green, Botero-style columns are found beached at the entrance. Mimicking the structural pilings from the water, they rhythmically pull you into the space. Their large-scale is perfection too. Recalling the Lion Gate, a Mycenaean treasure, they make you feel childish in proportion. Suddenly, I was cued to be "seen and not heard" in anticipation of entering the museum. Brilliant.

Venetian Vibe

While studying architecture in Italy, I had the extreme fortune of attending the Venice Biennale. Uncharacteristically, it left me speechless.

It is an unbelievable spoil of contemporary and highly controversial art.
What I loved about the exceptional collection of installations was their feral ability to deliciously "push the envelope". There is such a fine line between art and architecture that I bathed in each artist's journey of percolation. The pieces challenged traditional methods of human interaction and perspective within our benignly neglected surroundings.

Enjoyably, the Biennale was inappropriately perfect.