Walking a straight (for Venice) route from Zattere to Sant Alvise (a vertical line on a standard map) and using the twenty ENEL gas main covers I found on that route as a navigational aid (click to read more…)
I took this photograph on a weekend break aboard brother Amos’s yacht in the lagoon of Venice, at exactly the same time that Sophie H. wrote this poem…mauve skies are arresting, it seems…
I’ve been documenting a small in-between space in the square over the last year or so. It’s a window with an arrangement of plastic animals, arranged by the house owner (click to read more)…
So how does walking through the labyrinthian habitat of less than sixty thousand souls, but in the footsteps of twenty-seven million visitors each year make you feel? Try drifting off-track, completely alone, as the sun sets or at night (click to read more).
The story begins on ground level, with footsteps. Their swarming mass is an innumerable collection of singularities. Their intertwined paths give shape to spaces. They weave places together. (click to read more)…