My Venetian Adventure

It was mid November and there I was looking out at the most glorious sunset I have ever witnessed as I flew high above the shadowy Alps. I knew what was in store as I had been lucky enough to travel to the same place six months previously.  But I could never have imagined just how hauntingly beautiful this place – with its ‘Aqua Alta’ and foggy canals could be nor how it would seal a place in my heart forever.


Of course Venezia is a city beyond compare, but I felt like an 18-year-old again on ascending the steps of the Metro and beholding the Church of the Madeleine in Paris. The excitement and wonder, the anticipation of spending a week in the company of strangers soon to be friends filled me with pure elation.

On the first night I wandered the little ally ways stopping often to snap a statue or a doorway, before I knew it that time of the evening known as passeggiata where everyone wanders the streets checking each other out and very soon it was time to dine alone! like Catherine Hepburn in ‘Summertime in Venice’ I found a spot in a little place and rather self consciously asked for a table for one. I could have wandered further after that but I knew what was ahead. There would be visits to galleries and lectures… getting some rest was key that first evening.

Early the next morning after a fitful sleep in an overpriced hotel near San Marco, in a room that had a window looking at some pipes and the and an office used by housekeeping. I decided that no matter how tired I was…now was the time to explore the streets of Venice as dawn was breaking as I knew I would have a busy schedule ahead of me that week,and in any event I would be based on another part of the island. So with my old runners and worn out lycra I wandered out into the foggy streets of Venice. Being a Sunday it was extra quiet and the only signs of life on San Marco were some street cleaners and a couple of professional looking photographers complete with tripods capturing long exposures of the Lagoon.


As I jogged (at a snail’s pace) around the streets of the San Marco side of the Island I found myself meeting very few people and that just added to the magic, transporting myself to a place long ago. The decaying Palazzos, the sound of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons adding to the drama, I wondered about former inhabitants, Merchants, Artists, Writers who through the centuries built and embellished this unique place.

She is the Shakespeare of cities – unchallenged incomparable and beyond envy.

John Addington Symonds,  Sketches And Studies in Italy 1879

Later that morning and before I completely checked out of the little hotel I went wandering again and found myself taking another turn about the Piazza di San Marco. Whereupon one encounters the Palace of the Doges as Ruskin put it one of the two most perfect buildings in the world. However no time to visit it again it was soon time to haul not one but two suitcases over the Rialto in search of my accommodation for the week.

More on this and my time learning about the many facets of La Biennale in my next post.


White Swan


My very first post! Welcome

I hope you are interested in Art because there will be a lot of it right here. My love of Art and Art History was completely reignited after a rather long hiatus from the practice and study of it, longer than I had planned, however…IT IS TIME to put things right and I would love you to join me on my journey as I navigate the Contemporary Art scene here in Ireland and abroad. I will also be showing some of my current projects and talking about them in more details….


But for this first post I just wanted to give a little bit of an introduction as to why I have started this blog. Well initially I had thought what better than to share some of the fabulous photos of my amazing adventure in the White Swan of cities… Venice. I was lucky enough to visit in May and November of 2017. This coincided with the both the start and the end of the World’s original Art Expo La Biennale di Venezia . It was a long-awaited for experience which was cemented forever in my soul with a fantastic week-long course given by the lovely people of the European Cultural Academy Venice more of that later. If you have every thought about being an International Student for the week I would highly recommend one of their amazing courses. This is not an Ad by the way…I’m just being sound and it may even inspire some of you to just go for it like I did. I promise you will not regret it!


If you would like to see more photos/videos of my two trips last year please click on my instagram link Willersphoto .This blog is really an extension of my Insta Gallery and I intend for it to be a one stop shop on all thing Art & Culture.

The only way to care for Venice as she deserves is to give her a chance to touch you often – to linger and remain and return.

Henry James. Italian Hours 1882