During a summer night in 2005 while fading away in a boring table, in one of those Venice Biennial’s art-diners, someone seating next to me suddenly asked me: – Do you know anyone that owns a Picasso? That question triggered a long and exciting conversation that ended dizzy and very late that night. Next morning I wasn’t in the mood of ‘vaporetting’ around Venice and I decided to stay longer in my humid hotel room. It was only about 2:00 o’clock in the afternoon that I got to know, from the hands of my hotel’s receptionist, the following note:
Good morning my Dearest
Today at 6:00 o’clock in the afternoon an old friend of mine invited me over for a drink. Following our last night conversation I thought you would love to see his place. In case you are curious, please meet me at the south corner of Piazza San Marco in between 5:30 and 5:45.
That summer afternoon I got introduced to someone that owns a Picasso. His house could have been easily a first class museum anywhere in the world. Rooms after rooms; paintings, sculptures, books and objects got better and better until I crossed the last door entering a no larger than 4 x 4 room that contained only two solitary elements:
An extraordinary 50 x 70 cm Picasso drawing and a 50 x 70 cm window that peacefully framed a view of the Canal Grande. It was in that room where I had the following thought:
-Everybody must has the right to own a Picasso and a window.