Not that I don't care for art but to be honest the real draw for me is going to dinner afterward. So we're on our way out and I'll report later.
The gallery itself was gorgeous. But I didn't understand the exhibit, what artist Domenico Uccio Biondi was trying to express. I counted three life-size naked women, and a woman’s head and chest affixed to a canvas wearing a floor-length red skirt. Two of the sculptures wore funny goggles.
I tried getting a clue from the written material but couldn’t make heads or tails of that either: “il tempo vuole un bacio.”(Time wants a kiss). What the hell does that mean? Sometimes “art” is just too precious for my taste.
I tried reading the glossy program. I really intended to try to understand but I guess I'm not over my cold altogether because when I came across words like “incandescent,” “immortal” and “inexorable” I just didn't have the energy to continue.
Much more fun was our dinner, although we had a hard time finding a place to eat. The old town was jammed. In
Appetizers for two, two pasta dishes, a salad and a bottle of rose wine called Five Roses and the four of us listed out of there exactly one hour later. Not even I had the nerve to utter the word “gelato” as we fought our way through the still growing crowds toward home.
|I didn't get what the artist was driving at but dinner (below) was a work of art.|
Our pasta dishes included orecchiette with rapini and linguini with muscles and clams.