Canarégio

Venice is moody – in the ebb and flow of her light, her tides, her seasons, her crowds…in that way only she can be resplendent and decaying in the very same moment.

And what I have noticed is that, by listening to her, truly letting her seep into you, Venice makes you moody too.

If you are in tune with Venice, her melancholy is contagious. Before you know it, you are carried into her rhythm and reverie. If you are alone with her, with no one by your side to drown out those sensations with conversations, it is all the more dramatic.

You breathe differently. Your pace changes. Your thoughts come from your heart. You may even feel wrapped in a dreamlike stupor as you walk, and walk, and walk, up bridges, down bridges, pausing, watching, feeling. Your senses are heightened and every slight occurrence has an effect on you, like it is with a person you are deeply infatuated with and feel deeply connected to.
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And what is it? It is beyond reason. It is melancholy. It is nostalgia. It is the effect of the lagoon air. It is special.

Canaregio - Veni Etiam Photography

I have always preferred to be alone in Venice. It sounds extreme, but I feel as though no one can compare to her company. 

​She pulls you to unknown areas, quiet streets, obscure canals, uncrossed bridges. And you let her. You let her take your arm and pull. 

​And that is how you end up walking through parts of the city you’ve never walked through before – parts of the city you’re unsure to ever find again.

You walk for hours, not speaking for hours. Just looking, listening and feeling Venice’s mood on yours...

"Canarégio" available on canvas, metal, wood, acrylic or fine-art paper. 

From my heart to yours.