The Arsenale: Where Looking Too Hard Used to Get You Killed

Before the Biennale crowds arrive, a dawn walk to the Arsenale, once the largest shipyard in pre-industrial Europe, where revealing a shipbuilding secret meant execution. Now filled with contemporary art instead of warships.
The Best Thing I Saw in Venice Today Was a Workbench

The walk to the Biennale, not the Biennale. A mask maker s bench with forty open pots of paint on it, a gondola holding perfectly still, and a calle you could touch both sides of.
Venice Before Breakfast: Stealing the City at First Light

Before the Venice Biennale crowds and heat arrive, one early riser crosses from Mestre to Dorsoduro at first light, finding empty canals, leaning campaniles and a Grand Canal all to himself.
Milan Between Trains: The Only Cathedral I Saw Was a Station

An artist crossing Italy by train skips the Duomo and Last Supper entirely, and instead finds Milan’s real spectacle in Milano Centrale, Ulisse Stacchini’s 1931 station of arched glass, iron ribs and backlit crowds.
Over the Bernina: a Little Red Train and a Vanishing Glacier

A rest-day ride on the UNESCO-listed Bernina Express leads to Morteratsch Glacier, where year markers since 1878 trace two and a half kilometres of retreat, and to Alp Gruem’s donkeys, stone barns, and Segantini’s Alpine light.
An Hour Walk to Reach Something That Used to Be at the Station

Off the Bernina train and up the valley to the Morteratsch glacier, which has been walking backwards for a hundred and seventy years. Bare moraine, flowers moving in behind it, and two mules on the way home.
Varenna: an Owl Above the Lake

A sketching day in Varenna on Lake Como. Train up, walking trail through the olive trees to Castello di Vezio, eagle owls at close range, then gesture studies on the ferry pier as the lake week wraps up.
A Castle With Ghosts in the Garden and an Owl That Judged Me

Up the hill above Varenna to a thousand year old watchtower, where they cast a new set of ghosts every year, fly owls over your head, and leave raku ceramics out in the grass.
Como and Cantù: a City That Knows Its Craft

A business day in Como and Cantù, where silk built a city and lace built its neighbour. Talks with a silk printing house about printing ink work on fabric, plus 62 reference photos for the studio year ahead.
Sixty Two Photographs of Como and Not One of the Lake

I said the camera did the heavy lifting in Como and then showed you none of it. Here it is: one iron bracket, one painted ceiling, a cathedral that took nearly four hundred years, a sleeping dog, and a price tag.
