This is, no doubt, one of the best art/architecture installation I've seen at the Biennale this year. To be honest I have to admit that it is one of the best installation I've ever seen...period! This fantastic work was created by the argentinian artist Tomas Saraceno with the title "Galaxies Forming along Filaments, like Droplets along the Strand of a Spider's Web".
This is what I want from art/architecture. The ability to be part of it. The chance to be part of its meaning. To be one additional detail that can add value to it. Art that is speaking to us. And we, consciously or not, interact with it. With our feeling, with our imagination, with our secret thought!
There was a moment, inside the exhibition space that a strong feeling of being catapultedd inside a virtual space crossed my mind. It felt as if those lines where just in your imagination. Yet, the same feeling, crossed my mind even when I downloaded the images. Looking at them on my pc, felt like a montage, reality vs. virtual. Inserting people in a virtual space to give depth to it. To make it alive. But, in fact, we, the visitors, made this possible. We made it alive. We were inhabiting art. Art gave us a temporary shelter! Photos by lilypenelope

Two cities. Two floating cities. One linear. One in the form of a fish. Is one becoming the shadow of the other? Or are they both in fact one entity? Photo by lilypenelope

This is the first post on the very interesting art I was able to see at the Venice Biennale. It's actually more about the art I was able to feel that I will talk about.What is art in the end? Just a mere representation hanging on a wall? Or a piece that, no matter where it's hanging, triggers, inside of us, a chain of reactions/feelings/memories and so forth.

These pieces are among several art creations I certainly enjoyed "reading". The Morocco's contribution for this year Art Biennale "Making Worlds".

Work by artist Fathiya Tahiri:

Work by artist Mahi Binebine:

A very important factor in any exhibition is the location. In this case, being able to enjoy this fantastic art in a church - Santa Maria della Pietà - added one more ingredient to the entire experience.

Maybe the most typical photograph taken in Venice by... everybody!! I'm actually not only surprised that I took this picture but that, ultimately, looking at it from a distance, I'm surprised that I can't see the line. The line that divides reality from a postcard. Where has the "real" Venice gone? To Vegas? Photo by lilypenelope

A monument. A billboard. History. Of art, of architecture, of social trends. Past and present. The present hiding temporarily the past. Yet, tomorrow, even this present/presence will be history.
Photo by lilypenelope

I've honestly never assisted to such a fast chromatic change. To such a combination of forms and details. Lines. Pores. The smell of it and of the surrounding environment. Nature never stops to amaze me! Photo by lilypenelope

From the whole into pieces. From yellow to Blue. Under the trees.
Photo by lilypenelope

The city. A theater. The Greeks called it "theatron" (θέατρον) "a place for seeing". A city, a place of representation. Actors and Spectators. A performance: Passion and Imagination. Projection. Perception. And, from above, the city is there. And we watch. But, if yesterday we were the actors, now it's her turn. She is our Spectacle. Photo by lilypenelope

Colors. Black and White. Movement(s). Coordination. Juxtaposition of images.
The Animal and The Images.
Photo by lilypenelope

The Praying Mantis. Staring at me. Staring at you. Photo by lilypenelope

Resting. In the city. Admiring. The city. A new understanding.
Photo by lilypenelope

Walls. History. Shadows. Memory. My mind is travelling. In Space and Time.
Photo by lilypenelope

The castles. Bellinzona. Shaking the night! Photo by lilypenelope

Books. Writing and reading. Memory. Feelings. Senses. Smells. I have the habit to smell books before I buy them. I love their smell. My mind starts then wondering around, imagining an old writer, with ink and plume, sitting in a room, facing a lake, getting inspirations for a story. The smell of paper in her/his room. A cup of coffee on the side. a small bite to eat. Fog outside. Inside a soft music in the background. A, on top of everything, the smell of fresh ink, ready to create a geography of words on a blank paper.
There is so much about a book, that goes beyond its content and its cover. There is the story behind the story. And a subjectivized story...behind these juxtaposed multitude of other stories!
Photo by lilypenelope

Jazz music. On the wall. In the air. An original signed photograph. A concert ticket from the 50's. And my father proud to tell me "It was my first concert: Lionel Hampton was amazing".
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The Silent city. A sacred silent place. Many different {hi}-stories. They all tell you fragments of lives. Of life. A silent narration. Photo by lilypenelope

If there is one thing in my life that is absolutely certain is that...there will be books!
Photo by lilypenelope

I love details. Even in a pair of jeans! Photo by lilypenelope

The E. The Easel. The Expression. The Enclosure. The Effect. The Elasticity. The Edification. The Emptiness. The Extortion. The Eloquence. The Emerald-{city}. The Enigma? Or maybe it is simply The Experiment.
Photo by lilypenelope

A plant. A flower. Alive. Obviously not in my apartment!! Photo by lilypenelope

Modernist Architecture. A tree. Not caring about disrupting the regularity of a facade. Photo by lilypenelope

A forest. Many projects. Eggs. One goal: Save the Rainforests of Madagascar.
Photo & Model (EGGsperimental Architecture) by lilypenelope

Main Page: Giant Egg Event

A wall. A blank page. Juxtaposition-{s}. Overlapping stories. Our Urban Everyday Book. Photo by lilypenelope

A corner. A fragment. Angle and angles. Point{s} of view{s}: space, image and memory.
Photo by lilypenelope

How many times have you said the word "space" today? Photo by lilypenelope