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I Love Venice Biennale and Venice Biennale Loves Me

52nd Venice Biennale, Venice, Italy

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People go to Venice Biennale to see art, to meet people, to seek opportunities, to go to parties. But I went to Venice Biennale to be a dog. I put on my tagged collar. I put on my white suit, with a text stitched on the back: I Love Venice Biennale and Venice Biennale Loves Me. On 7 June, I walked on hands and knees from my hotel to the Giardini; up bridges, down bridges, through narrow streets and along the water front. On 8 June, I walked on hands and knees inside the Giardini, circling the entire grounds 4 times.

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  1. The entire character of being an artist all in one project: madness, craziness, sadness, happiness, stupidity, humor, commitment, crowdedness, loneliness.

  2. A companionship between the art event and the artist, just like between the owner and the dog.

  3. Context: Joseph Beuys' I Love America and America Loves Me; Diogenes the Dog at Venice Biennale.

  4. Sometimes artists are stink.

  5. An endurance thing.

  6. No talking.

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