“Getting lost is the only place worth going to.”
I was looking for a specific Hudson picture today, one I feel is very important to include in this first body of work. For some reason my hand opened the “wrong” file and I found myself back in Venice. Katherine, Abigail and I had a great two weeks there many a year ago. Lived in a rented flat. Went wandering at all hours of the day and night. We had a Samuel Beckett character living at the end of the street. He would monologue for several hours at a time and had built an apartment out of boxes.
I loved Venice but I particularly loved it at night.