I visited the Giardini of the Venice Biennale in the spring of 2000, and I took some photographs of the national pavilions. The gardens were under maintenance, the doors of the pavilions were closed and through the windows I could see only blank and disassembled spaces. There was no sacredness in that place proving to be fully breached, but because of that it was really open to any occurrence of life.
The Biennale is an event that leaves uncontrolled empty spaces where life and disorder reappear beside and after art installations. But it's not difficult to imagine these closed and abandoned pavilions as still working in silence, in a time-out suspension that has an artistic potential.