Venice – 8.24 – 8.30.10
San Rocco – 8.26
Venice Biennale – 8.29
8.27
Palladio’s Villa Cornaro – Piombino Dese – 8.28
8.25
8.27
Maybe I should clear something up here ~ I am obsessed with laundry. I don’t really know what it’s about, but it’s pretty in a picture ~ how it looks flapping in the wind ~ those colors against the stone walls. Maybe it’s about childhood for me ~ memories of my mom hanging clothes out on the clothes line to dry next to the morning glories with those little wooden clothes pins. Maybe it’s that laundry hanging on the line exists almost everywhere in this world ~ it’s the way billions of people get their clothes dry in the midwest, mediterranean, latin america, the tropics, everywhere, except maybe inside the arctic circle? It’s sort of intimate ~ it gives you a little clue as to what the tastes of the occupants inside the window might be ~ maybe tells you something about them? It is one of the simple things, a thing that doesn’t change in this world where everything is changing all the time ~ just the colors or patterns or fabrics change from place to place, climate to climate. I know I love everyday stuff, the unexceptional, the simple things. Where ever I go, I always focus on the clothes hanging out to dry and the cheap plastic shopping bag everybody is carrying, the utensils they cook with in their kitchens. I have all that stuff from every place I’ve ever been ~ that shopping bag every lady is carrying her groceries, firewood, children, san pelligrino, or veuve cliquot in. Anyway, I will always photograph laundry I guess, and Italy is full of it.
Venice Biennale – 8.27
More laundry.
8.25
8.27
