Elizabeth Terri Dixon
November 19 - 30, 2013
Friday, November 22, 7-10 PM
The images in this exhibition explore Venice today.
Her birth, from the marshes of the Adriatic in 473 AD, was a humble one. People fleeing the mainland found safety amidst the marshes of the lagoon. The ships of the brutal Goth were unable to navigate these shallow waters. But the water, which pervades all aspects of Venetian life, is slowly and inexorably rising. The stone floor of St Mark’s square, supported by millions of iron-hard oak pillars, has been raised in a vain attempt to keep tourists’ feet dry.
And the intrepid people of Venice take it in their stride, even as their numbers dwindle. In a city with a million visitors every day, there are now only 60,000 residents to keep the waters at bay and maintain the legendary art works of La Serenissima.
O Solo Mio is still sung by handsome gondoliers to romancing couples as they glide
down the narrow, stone edged canals, and the international art festival, Biennale, rings out its opening night every two years as it has done since the 1940‘s. When it rains, I wonder if the water level will reach “Acqua Alta”, and cause the eerie city siren to shout its warning.
An Archival Ink Jet Presentation of Photographs by E Terri Dixon firstname.lastname@example.org