Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Rembering Mary de Rachewiltz in Venice & Merano - From Castle to Castle

Mary de Rachewiltz at the tomb of her parents, Ezra Pound & Olga Rudge 
Photo: Cat Bauer, taken November 1, 2015

Mary de Rachewiltz, author, poet and keeper of the flame of her famous father, the American poet, Ezra Pound, and mother, Olga Rudge, died peacefully on July 24, 2026, at the impressive age of 101 at her castle, Schloss Brunnenburg, in South Tyrol. Her parents, who had lived in Venice, are buried in the Evangelico section of Venice's cemetery on the Island of San Michele. 

The Italian Ministry of Culture had acquired the Mary de Rachewiltz Archives and the Ezra Pound Library in 2025, which are now, fittingly, in the Marciana Library in Venice, accessible for future generations.

I had the great privilege of knowing Mary. I first met her up in South Tyrol in April, 2008, while I was staying in Merano at Schloss Rubein, the castle of Eliane du Parc, daughter of the artist, Count Robert du Parc. Ezra Pound and Robert du Parc were contemporaries. 

After the encounter with Mary, I wrote an essay entitled From Castle to Castle. I thought it was amazing that people still lived in castles, and that I could actually follow the footsteps of an empress to get from one castle to another along ancient pathways that still exist. (And, yes, I really used all those em dashes long before AI gave them a bad name:-.)

I emailed the essay to Mary. Her response is at the end of this post.

Schloss Rubein

From Castle to Castle 
by 
Cat Bauer 

For I am homesick after mine own kind 
And ordinary people touch me not. 
And I am homesick 
After mine own kind that know, and feel 
And have some breath for beauty and the arts. 

---from In Durance by Ezra Pound 

Ten years ago, when I first arrived in Venice, I took the vaporetto to the Island of San Michele to find the tomb of Ezra Pound in the Evangelico section of the cemetery. It was a gray day, the week after Christmas, with a touch of caigo, Venetian fog. 

I wandered the grounds alone. I paused at the infants’ section, captured by the distinct objects decorating the tiny graves. A stuffed bunny. A plastic fire engine. A faded balloon. Some infants had lived for several months. Some for only one day. There were fresh flowers on a tomb older than a decade, a grief still borne. 

I heard music in the distance, a clinky version of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." I followed the sound. I arrived at a wall of tombs, the kind that are stacked one upon another like filing cabinets. Propped open behind a sprig of flowers was a cheerful electronic greeting card playing the nursery rhyme over and over. 

Italian tombs often have photos of the deceased embedded in the stone. This tomb, located about midway through the stack, had three photos. Two were of the same woman, photographed as both a teenaged girl and an elderly lady. The frown on her face had not changed in fifty years. I thought, there was a life lived without effect. 

The other photo was of her husband, a dashing man about sixty, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. His date of birth was December 23rd, the same day as my father's. The man had been dead for thirty-three years; the woman for thirty-one. I imagined the adult daughter had arrived with the "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" card for her father's birthday, and that her mother would not approve. The card had been playing a constant tune for about a week. (Who knew those batteries lasted so long?)

I then made my way to the Evangelico section, which is enclosed behind a large wall. The entrance is an open portal the size of a door. I felt at home the moment I stepped through the entrance, and thought: I want to be buried here. It was a Nathaniel Hawthorne cemetery, with cypress trees and gnarled bushes. The headstones were crooked and cracked. Many of the names were Anglicized with no photos embedded in the marble. I wandered from tomb to tomb, wondering who these people were, buried together on foreign soil. (I have since decided they are fallen angels.) 

Since then, I have spent much time in the Evangelico section tending certain tombs connected to my life in Venice, where I have had my residence since 1998. There are water fountains sprinkled throughout the cemetery, and plenty of colorful plastic watering cans, along with fellow caretakers, mostly widows. In Venice, death is acknowledged as a fact of life; the hospital is strategically located across from the Island of San Michele.  

The last time I was out there was a few weeks ago on Good Friday, getting things freshened up for Easter. I stopped by Ezra Pound's tomb, who died in Venice on All Saints Day, two days after his eighty-seventh birthday — a significant day if you live in a town where phantoms of the past share the same streets as the living — and noticed that his side had been tended, but that his companion's, Olga Rudge, had not, so I tidied hers up a bit. 

Gods' aid, let not my bones lie in a public location 
With crowds too assiduous in their crossing of it; 
For thus are tombs of lovers most desecrated. 
May a woody and sequestered place cover me with its foliage 
Or may I inter beneath the hummock 
of some as yet uncatalogued sand; 
At any rate I shall not have my epitaph in a high road. 

---from Homage to Sextus Propertius by Ezra Pound 

Schloss Brunnenburg

A few days ago, I found myself recounting that story while sitting in Ezra Pound's chair inside Brunnenburg Castle in South Tyrol, sipping tea across from Mary de Rachewiltz, the daughter of Rudge and Pound. Mary was pleased that I had cleaned her mother's side of the tomb. 

I had walked from Rubein, the castle where I am staying — a journey of about an hour and a half. The trek took me along part of Sissi's Path, named after the Austrian Empress Elisabeth, who would flee to Merano to walk and walk. Then I hiked up a winding trail called Tappeinerweg, named after the renowned spa doctor, Dr. Franz Tappeiner. 

I followed Sissi’s footsteps through a panorama decorated with tulips, poppies and apple blossoms, snow-sugared Alps in the background, and the town of Meran below. (This place, too, feels familiar; German words accent the air, conjuring up my paternal grandparents, and the part of my childhood that was happy.) 

Upon arrival at Brunnenburg Castle, a black dog named Cleopatra greeted me — a curious happenstance, since I have a black cat named Cleopatra. 

I know only a little about Ezra Pound's work. The small amount I have read always hits me a certain way, with a jolt of recognition — the kind of familiarity I felt when I first saw the Evangelico cemetery. Independently, I have arrived at many of the same conclusions. 

I showed Mary the cover of my book, Harley's Ninth. She said, "Ah, there is the sun, and there is the moon. And look at those five candles." 

O God of silence, 
Purifiez nos coeurs, 
Purifiez nos coeurs, 
O God of waters, 
make clean our hearts within us, 
For I have seen the 
Shadow of this thy Venice 
Floating upon the waters, 
And thy stars 

---from Night Litany by Ezra Pound 

Mary said something that resonated: "Every major civilization has had its epic poem, something that lasts through the centuries. The Greeks have Homer. The British have Shakespeare. The Italians have Dante. The Americans have Ezra Pound. It will take them a few hundred years to realize it, though." Mary said her father was also her teacher, and now spends most of her time reading The Cantos. 

I came away with a mixture of emotions — excitement, wonder and a little apprehension. After living in Venice on the Grand Canal, and spending time in South Tyrol inside 12th century castles, life becomes surreal, especially when home was once a tract home in New Jersey. 

I feel comradeship with the ex-patriot epic poet, Ezra Pound. Fathers with twinkling eyes... mothers with their smiles upside-down... and daughters who remember their parents... Products of the American suburbs who grow up and live inside fairytale towns and look at the homeland with a distant and distinct eye... 

My view of the world from Europe is different from my view from the States. The diversity in the cultures cannot be overestimated. Here, we joke that anyone who lives in Venice must be slightly mad. 

In reality, it is only another perspective, fermented for centuries by the isolated waters of the lagoon, together with the presence of the mighty ghosts that left their mighty works behind. (Dare we imagine that the poet once institutionalized by America might one day become an American institution?) 

The thought of what America, 
The thought of what America, 
The thought of what America would be like 
If the Classics had a wide circulation . . . 
Oh well! 
It troubles my sleep. 

---from Cantico del Sole by Ezra Pound 


Cat Bauer 
Merano, South Tyrol 
April 17, 2008

----- Original Message -----
Subject: Re: Rubein
Date: Mon, April 21, 2008 3:50
From: "Mary de Rachewiltz" 

Dear Cat,
> you evidently are a BORN WRITER and I wish you had been around when my
> father was here -
> he would have  kept you busy and would have liked your eagerness and
> curiosity.
> Had you told me you wanted to READ Ezra Pound's work, I could have lent
> you some books, but
> I am glad to hear one finds some in the Merano Public Library.
> Please thank  Eliane for her kind invitation, unfortunately I must ask
> for a rain check, this is an impossible week for me. Perhaps a young
> visitor will get in touch with you, or else you could join the students
next
> Sunday for tea ?
> I hope you will be  able to get your article on visits to San
> Michele/Brunnenburg published. Thank you for
> e-mail and letter.
> Good luck,
> Mary de Rachewiltz
>

Ciao from Venezia,
Cat Bauer
The Venice Gazette
Venetian Cat - The Venice Blog

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

For the First Time in History, the State Archives of Venice Hosts an Art Exhibition Inside its Doors: "Archivio" by Dayanita Singh

Archivio di Stato in Venice - Photo: Cat Bauer
Archivio di Stato in Venice - Photo: Cat Bauer

Update: Archivio by Dayanita Singh has been extended until August 7, 2026.

(Venice, Italy) Every one of us has a distinct style of handwriting. When we put pen to paper, our singular spirit is captured in the ink. Our soul is embedded in our signature. 

There are over 1,000 years of Venetian history written by hand and safeguarded in the vast Archivio di Stato di Venezia. More than 50 miles (80km) of state archives are shelved inside the former convent of the Franciscan Friars. That's a lot of soul power contained in one place.
 
Image from Archivio by Dayanita Singh 
from Venice Pillar 3
Photo: Cat Bauer

For the first time in its long history, the State Archives has opened its doors for a contemporary art exhibition: Archivio, by the renowned Indian photographer Dayanita Singh.

Her subject matter? Archives. Singh is archiving the archives. It's a quirky mission, appreciated by anyone with a passion for history, and how memory is shaped and preserved. Dayanita Singh has captured the human spirit of the Archivio di Stato with her lens, but the scope of the show goes far beyond its walls. 

Archivio is a tribute to both the institutional Italian archives Singh has documented over the past decade—like those in Venice, Rome and Naples—and her own evolving personal archive of images made across Italy over the last 25 years.

And it’s not just books and manuscripts on display. It’s also the people who work behind the scenes, the architecture of preservation, and Singh’s own museum-as-book philosophy. Her images are arranged in modular wooden pillars located in the Refettorio d'Inverno, the Winter Refectory.

Dayanita Singh at Archivio - Photo: Cat Bauer
Dayanita Singh at Archivio - Photo: Cat Bauer
The Archivio di Stato holds a special place in my heart. More than two decades ago, when I was a regular contributor to the International Herald Tribune's Italian supplement, Italy Daily, I wrote about it in an article published on August 30, 2002. Here's an excerpt, slightly edited:
"...in the campo to the right is the entrance to the Archivio di Stato (State Archive) on the former site of the small church of San Nicolò dei Frari, demolished in the early 19th century. One of the most important archives in the world, it occupies the former convent of the Franciscan Friars, once home to hundreds of friars. More than 1,000 years worth of documents from the Venetian Republic are stored in nearly 50 miles of shelving. Thanks to the efforts of Jacopo Chiodo, a Venetian lawyer, records were brought from the far reaches of the Republic and deposited in the friary in 1815.

The enormous friary contains three 3-story cloisters, packed with Venetian history. One of the Archive's most significant holdings is the series of volumes of the Senato series, a continuous record of daily decisions of the Venetian government that spans the period from about 1250 to 1792. 

The Venetians were meticulous record-keepers, and noted in detail anything pertinent to the entire Republic. A brief search revealed that news of the signing of the United States Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776 traveled rapidly by way of the Venetian representative in England, and reached the Doge's inner circle in just seven weeks, on August 23, 1776.

The writings of popes, emperors, artists and scientists, as well as top-secret records from the Council of Ten are also stored here—everything from Catherine the Great's correspondence with the Republic to Tintoretto's last will..."
Winter Refectory of the Archivio di Stato di Venezia Archivio by Dayanita Singh Photo: Cat Bauer
Winter Refectory of the Archivio di Stato di Venezia
Archivio by Dayanita Singh
Photo: Cat Bauer

The Refettorio d'Inverno is where the Franciscan Friars once gathered in silence to eat their meals. Today, the space has transitioned from a place to feed the body to a place to feed the mind. 

The Winter Rectory stores actual archives like Catasto terreni, Venetian land registries used for mapping and taxation. The space was recently restored, and is a functioning room of the Archivio di Stato. 

Amongst the uniform boxes that hold decades of records of Venetian boundaries and ownership of land, Singh has placed images of bundled archives from her native India, wrapped in fading red fabric like treasured gifts. The organically wrapped bundles of Indian records nestled between the uniform rows of European boxes illustrates the same longing to preserve records of the past using different methods. 

Singh's images of Indian archives wrapped in red cloth nestled amongst European boxes Photo: Cat Bauer

Singh's images of Indian archives wrapped in red cloth
nestled amongst European boxes
Photo: Cat Bauer


By placing her work here, Singh turns the act of archiving into a living, breathing experience, reminding us that history isn't just about the past—it's about the hands that recorded it and the eyes that find it again centuries later. She has united the cultures in a splendid way. 

We must remember the past so we are not doomed to repeat it. 

Inauguration of Archivio in the Sant'Antonio Cloister Photo: Cat Bauer
Inauguration of Archivio in the Sant'Antonio Cloister
Photo: Cat Bauer
The inauguration was a moving occasion, made possible by the vision of the Archivio di Stato’s director, Andrea Erboso, who has broken new ground by opening this historic institution to contemporary art. 

Andrea Anastasio, the curator, spoke from his heart about the profound nature of the collaboration, describing Singh’s unique vision:
Dayanita Singh's work unfolds at the intersection of photography, book-making, architecture, and memory, persistently challenging the conventions through which images are classified, preserved, and made meaningful. Over the course of more than three decades, Singh has redefined not only the status of the photographic image but also the very idea of the archive itself. In her practice, the archive ceases to be a neutral repository of the past and becomes instead a living, mutable form—one that is activated through sequencing, circulation, and intimate encounters with viewers. 
Archivio by Dayanita Singh runs from April 17 to July 31, 2026, and is free to enter. Don't enter through the Campo dei Frari. Go across the bridges and enter around the back through the Rio TerĂ  San TomĂ  entrance. Visit Frith Street Gallery for more information. 

Ciao from Venezia,
Cat Bauer
The Venice Gazette
Venetian Cat - The Venice Blog

ARCHIVIO Exhibition at a Glance

  • Exhibition Title: Archivio
  • Artist: Dayanita Singh
  • Curator: Andrea Anastasio
  • Venue: Archivio di Stato di Venezia (State Archives of Venice)
  • Entrance: Rio TerĂ  San TomĂ , 30125 Venezia (Chiostro di Sant’Antonio)
  • Dates: April 17 – July 31, 2026
  • Times: Monday - Friday 12 noon to 6 PM 
  • Admission: Free

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Venice Is the Center of Gravity - "In Minor Keys:" Koyo Kouoh's Vision for the 2026 International Art Biennale Revealed

Koyo Kouoh - Photo: (c) antoine tempé
Koyo Kouoh - Photo: (c) antoine tempé

For Biennale 2026 dates and visitor info, see the Quick Facts at the end of this post.

(Venice, Italy) Certain souls have the cosmic strength to impact our lives long after they shuffle off their mortal coil. Koyo Kouoh, the Artistic Director of this year's Venice Art Biennale, is one of them. From beyond the grave, her mighty vision, In Minor Keys, invites us to "shift to a slower gear and tune in to the frequencies of the minor keys."

Koyo Kouoh was born on the day before Christmas in 1967 in Cameroon, Africa. She moved with her family to Zurich, Switzerland, at age 13. As an adult, she was based in Dakar, Senegal, where she founded the RAW Material Company, an artists' residency and exhibition space. In 2019, she was appointed the director of the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa in Cape Town, South Africa. Kouoh died unexpectedly in Basel, Switzerland, of recently diagnosed cancer on May 10, 2025, at the age of 57.  
 
On October 17, 2024, when Koyo Kouoh accepted the invitation from Pietrangelo Buttafuoco, President of La Biennale, she became the first African woman appointed to curate Venice's renowned International Art Exhibition, the "Olympics of the Art World." She had a short, intense amount of time to compose her concept of In Minor Keys. After her sudden passing, with the full support of her family and her dedicated team, La Biennale decided to fulfill Kouoh's profound vision for the 61st Venice Art Biennale. 

In Minor Keys presentation at Ca' Giustinian, Feb. 25, 2026 Photo: Jacopo Salvi - Courtesy La Biennale di Venezia
In Minor Keys presentation at Ca' Giustinian, Feb. 25, 2026
Photo: Jacopo Salvi - Courtesy La Biennale di Venezia

At the presentation of In Minor Keys on February 25, 2026, at Ca' Giustinian, Koyo Kouoh's team again took turns reading her words of wisdom, as they did back on May 27, 2025. I first wrote about the deeply moving experience in a post shortly after her death: 


Then the team each gave their impressions of how In Minor Keys was developed, and how Koyo Kouoh's vision for the 61st Venice Art Biennale would move forward. 


Kouoh's frequencies of the "minor keys" challenge the loud, mechanical noise of the modern world. In Minor Keys is a call to discover one's permanent center of gravity, a concept central to The Work of G.I. Gurdjieff, the mystic philosopher who developed The Fourth Way, a system with which I am well acquainted. It had been a while since I'd heard his name.  

It was President Pietrangelo Buttafuoco's words at the presentation that startled me out of my slumber. While discussing the exhibition's philosophical direction, he said something that I was amazed to hear coming from the mouth of someone who had been repeatedly labeled as a "right-wing journalist." He spoke of the baffo furbo di Gurdjieff

"Baffo" means "moustache" in Italian. "Furbo" is a difficult word to translate into English, often translated as "sly" or "cunning." But in Italian, "furbo" often has a positive connotation, more like using ingenuity or being clever to get around the rules. More like "artful." So, he spoke of Gurdjieff's artful moustache. 


President Buttafuoco said that when he met Koyo Kouoh at Ca' Giustinian, Biennale headquarters, in October 2024, there was perfect alchemy and magic in their meeting.

She exclaimed, "You're Sicilian! Therefore, African." She had the smile of one who knows.

"The baffo furbo di Gurdjieff appeared between us," Buttafuoco said. "The permanent center of gravity..."

"Let's look for it together.' Kouoh told him. "Let's look for it together..."

Pietrangelo Buttafuoco, President of La Biennale and Cristiana Costanzo, Head of Press & Media Relations, Visual Arts, Architecture, Historic Archive Photo: Cat Bauer
Pietrangelo Buttafuoco, President of La Biennale and
Cristiana Costanzo, Head of Press & Media Relations, Visual Arts, Architecture, Historic Archive
Photo: Cat Bauer
President Buttafuoco smiled as he addressed the audience at Ca' Giustinian. "It's a secret, underground way of understanding and speaking to each other, and it's the cura," he said. "The 'cure'and I look directly at Professor Zecchi (Stefano Zecchi, who was in the audience), who, beyond his institutional role, is a philosopher—it's the 'remedy' that explains and reveals active commitment in the world. She used a very precise expression: gettatezza.

Gettatezza
is the Italian translation of the 
German word Geworfenheit, or "thrownness" in English, a fundamental philosophical concept introduced by Martin Heidegger in 1927. It describes the condition of being "thrown" into a world and circumstances we did not choose. 
Usually, this "throwness" leads to a sense of being lostfalling into the noise of a world that demands we react like machines to every headline and crisis. We are "thrown" into our families, our nationalities, and our struggles without a map.  

But for Koyo Kouoh, gettatezza was the starting point for active commitment. By listening to the music of the minor key and finding that permanent center of gravity, we gain the ability to remain ourselves, no matter how hard the world tries to pull us off balance. 


This is the "cure" that Buttafuoco recognized. It is the secret understanding that art is not just something to look at, but a way to wake up. When Kouoh looked at the Sicilian President of La Biennale and claimed him as a fellow African, she was bypassing the "major key" labels of politics, prejudice, and geography. She was tuning into a deeper frequencythe "minor key" where true human connection happens. 

Koyo Kouoh - Photo: Mirjam Kluka
Koyo Kouoh - Photo: Mirjam Kluka

The 61st Venice Art Biennale, In Minor Keys, is a posthumous gift from a woman who knew how to find the center in the middle of the storm. It invites us all to look for that center of gravity together, guided by a vision that refuses to be silenced by death. 
The International Art Exhibition of La Biennale di Venezia has been the center of gravity for art for over a century. Artists, art and museum professionals, collectors, dealers, philanthropists and an ever-growing public converge on this mythical site every two years to feel the pulse of the Zeitgeist. It is a once-in-a-lifetime honor and privilege to follow in the footsteps of luminary predecessors in the role of Artistic Director, and to compose an exhibition that I hope will carry meaning for the world we currently live in — and most importantly, for the world we want to make.   
                                                                                                  --Koyo Kouoh
The In Minor Keys Team: Rory Tsapayi, Siddartha Mitter, Marie Helene Pereira, Gabe Beckhurst Feijoo, Rasha Tsapayi  Photo: Andrea Avezzu - Courtesy La Biennale di Venezia
The In Minor Keys Team: Rory Tsapayi, Siddartha Mitter, Marie Helene Pereira,
Gabe Beckhurst Feijoo, Rasha Tsapayi 
Photo: Andrea Avezzu - Courtesy La Biennale di Venezia

In Minor Keys, the 61st International Art Exhibition of La Biennale di Venezia, will run from Saturday, May 9 to Sunday, November 22, 2026, with previews on May 6, 7, and 8. You can watch the presentation of In Minor Keys on The Biennale Channel on YouTube. Go to the Venice Biennale for more information.

Quick Facts: 61st Venice Art Biennale

  • Official Title: In Minor Keys
  • Artistic Director: Koyo Kouoh (1967–2025)
  • Public Dates: May 9 – November 22, 2026
  • Preview Days: May 6, 7, and 8, 2026
  • Venues: Giardini, Arsenale, and Ca' Giustinian
  • Official Info: labiennale.org

OVERVIEW:
This article provides a primary account of the 61st Venice Art Biennale (2026), specifically the posthumous vision of Artistic Director Koyo Kouoh titled In Minor Keys. It includes first-hand coverage of the February 25, 2026, presentation at Ca' Giustinian, featuring remarks by Pietrangelo Buttafuoco regarding the philosophical concepts of Gurdjieff’s "permanent center of gravity." Author: Cat Bauer (Venetian Cat-The Venice Blog).
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Thursday, January 8, 2026

A Flirty Jesus Meets the 'Samaritan Woman at the Well" by Luca Giordano - Palazzo Grimani Welcomes a New Masterpiece to Venice

Samaritan Woman at the Well by Luca Giordano (c. 1697) 
Photo: Matteo De Fina
(Venice, Italy) I didn't know the story of the encounter between Jesus Christ and the Samaritan woman at the well when I first saw Luca Giordano's masterpiece at Palazzo Grimani. In fact, I wasn't really sure, exactly, what a Samaritan was. All I knew was that somewhere in the Bible a "good Samaritan" had helped a stranger in a time of need.

The look on Jesus's face captivated me. He seemed laid-back, yet intense. Was he flirting with the woman? Looking deep into her soul? And who were those two men in the upper left-hand corner? They seemed to be dishing the dirt about the scene taking place in front of them at the well.

The only gospel that mentions the encounter between Christ and the Samaritan woman is the Gospel of John, Chapter 4

To understand the complex scene, we must travel back to the Holy Land during the time of Jesus Christ. It would take a coffee table textbook to delve into the complex cultural dynamics—the geopolitics seem to be as complicated then as they are now. And there are many interpretations of Biblical stories, with all sorts of scholars from different religious backgrounds weighing in. 
 
Here's one greatly simplified version after doing a bit of research. 

Why was Samaria Taboo?
 
Mary, the mother of Jesus, and her husband, Joseph, lived in Nazareth, a town in the northern region of Galilee. Supposedly, there was a census that required Joseph to travel to the hometown of his ancestors, the House of David, located in Jerusalem. 
 
Joseph and a very pregnant Mary traveled south to Bethlehem, a town in the ancient Kingdom of Judea, about 80-90 miles (140-150 kilometers) away, and about 10 miles south of Jerusalem, the capital city of Judea. 
 
In the most popular version of events, Jesus Christ was born in Bethlehem in the south, but that was not his hometown. He grew up in Nazareth in the north in Galilee. 

In between Galilee and Judea was Samaria, a region that Jews considered unclean and full of heretics. 

In 722 BC, the Assyrians had conquered the land and forcibly deported thousands of Israelites. To fill the void, they resettled the territory with various other conquered people from their empire. Thus, the Jews from Judea and Galilee viewed the Samaritans as mixed-bloods who had intermarried with Mesopotamian settlers. Even casual contact was taboo. 

For centuries, Jews despised the Samaritans so much that they would not take the direct route from Galilee to Jerusalem through Samaria, instead making a longer trip east of the Jordan River. 

Samaria was bordered by Galilee to the north, Judea to the south, the Jordan River to the east, and the Mediterranean Sea to the west. Today, Samaria is primarily located in the northern part of the West Bank. 
 
The Samaritans worshiped on Mount Gerizim, which they believed predated Jerusalem, and considered it their holiest site. Abraham, the original patriarch of the Old Testament, built the first altar at the base of Mount Gerizim. Samaritans believed it was God's chosen mountain. 

The Jews worshiped on Mount Zion in Jerusalem, just 50 kilometers (31 miles) away, where the sacred Second Temple was then located, and which the Romans would destroy in 70 AD. For Jews, Jerusalem was the religious epicenter. 
 
Jesus Christ took a direct route across taboo Samaria (white) instead of going around (red)
Map: Bible Study Fellowship

Even though Samaria divided the territory, both Judeans and Galileans came from the same Jewish ethnic stock. Galileans were Jews who had migrated north from Judea and had developed a strong regional identity. 

At the time that Giordano's painting takes place, Jesus Christ, a Jew from the northern region of Galilee, was heading back home after spending Passover in Jerusalem in Judea. While in Jerusalem, he got caught up in an unintentional baptism competition with John the Baptist. 

To get back to Galilee, Jesus broke the rules and took the straight route through Samaria. About noon, he became tired and sat down by a well while his disciples were in town buying food.

The conversation depicted by Giordano between Jesus and the Samaritan woman took place at Jacob's Well, in the ancient town of Sychar near the base of Mount Gerizim, a location of great significance that stretched back to the very origins of Judaism itself. 

Who was Jacob?

Now we must travel even further back in history, to about 2,000 years before Christ. 

Long before he tricked his way into becoming one of the three Old Testament patriarchs, Jacob was a calculating strategist who entered the world clutching the heel of his twin, Esau. The twins' parents were Isaac, son of Abraham, and Rebekah. 

The twins came from divine stock. Their VIP grandfather, Abraham, was the original patriarch who carried the Covenant, God's hallowed promise that he would be the father of a great nation. Abraham's descendants would receive the promised land of Canaan. Isaac inherited the sacred Covenant from Abraham before Esau and Jacob were born. 

Isaac favored Esau, a manly, hairy hunter, who, as the firstborn, was destined to inherit the divine Covenant

Rebekah favored Jacob, whose name meant "the deceiver" or "the supplanter." Rebekah and Jacob had their eye on the divine Covenant and schemed how they could hijack Esau's inheritance.
 
First, Jacob exploited Esau's impulsiveness to snatch his material birthright. As Esau stumbled home after a hunt, famished and exhausted, Jacob refused him a simple meal until Esau signed over his birthright as head of the family for a single bowl of red lentil stew. Rashly, Esau agreed.

Even so, Esau was still the destined heir to the spiritual claim of the divine Covenant, whose descendants would receive the promised land. That claim needed Isaac's blessing—the spiritual activation of the Covenant that only a father preparing for death could bestow. 

Decades later, Rebekah overheard Isaac—by this time old, blind, and nearing death—tell Esau to hunt venison for the sacred ritual to pass on the Covenant. While Esau was gone, Rebekah cooked a substitute of goat meat and draped Jacob in hairy goat skins to mimic his brother's touch and scent. In disguise, Jacob fed his father fake venison and whispered lies to intercept the hallowed words meant for his brother, Esau, the firstborn. 

The fallout was explosive. Esau vowed to murder his brother the moment their father died. To save Jacob, Rebekah sent him into exile. She would die before her favorite son ever returned. 

The climax of Jacob's life occurred some 20 years later at the Jabbok River, a dark and lonely crossing where Jacob learned that Esau was coming to greet him with 400 armed men. Fearing the worst, he was alone and terrified.

Suddenly, what seemed to be a "man" attacked Jacob in the darkness. For hours, they fought to the death. The stranger struck Jacob's hip, dislocating it. Jacob refused to let go of what seemed to be a mysterious divine manifestation. "I will not let you go unless you bless me!"

The stranger demanded, "What is your name?"

Jacob said, "Jacob." By stating his name, which meant "the deceiver," Jacob was confessing his true nature and past actions, a necessary step before he could be transformed and receive the blessing. 

The stranger declared, "Your name shall no longer be Jacob, but Israel; for you have struggled with God and with humans, and have prevailed." 

Jacob emerged from the battle with the mysterious entity—whom many scholars interpret as God—with a permanent limp and a new identity: Israel. Transformed, when Esau arrived, the twins reconciled their differences. Later, Jacob purchased a plot of ground in Shechem for 100 pieces of silver. It was there that he created the well, the physical anchor for his 12 sons, which would forever be known as Jacob's Well.

Today, Jacob's Well is a Christian holy site in a suburb of the Palestinian city of Nablus in the West Bank. Over the centuries, different churches have been built over the same site where the well is located. Currently, it is inside an Eastern Orthodox church and monastery. 

So, Jacob pilfered the blessing, but he earned the name Israel, "he who struggles with God," and is considered the father of the Israelites. The descendants of his 12 sons became the Twelve Tribes of Israel.

Samaritan Woman at the Well by Luca Giordana (detail)
Photo: Cat Bauer

Jesus Meets the Samaritan Woman at the Well

Around two thousand years later, Jesus was sitting by Jacob's Well at noon. His disciples were in town buying food. A solitary Samaritan woman approached. She was not with the rest of the women of the village, who would have drawn water earlier in the morning. Jesus asked, "Will you give me a drink?"

The woman was startled. Not only should a Jew not be in Samaria, but he should definitely not be speaking to a single female Samaritan. The woman questioned him. "You are a Jew, and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?"

Jesus answered, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that is asking you for a drink, you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water."

The woman challenged him. "Sir, you have nothing to draw with, and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?" 

Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life."

The woman said to Jesus, "Sir, give me this water so that I won't get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water."

Jesus told her, "Go, call your husband and come back."

She replied: "I have no husband."

Jesus acknowledged her honesty. "You are right when you say you have no husband. The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have just said is quite true."

The woman was astonished. "Sir, I can see that you are a prophet. Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain, but you Jews claim that the place where we must worship is in Jerusalem."

"Woman, believe me, a time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You Samaritans worship what you do not know: we worship what we do know, for salvation is from the Jews. Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth."

The woman said, "I know that Messiah, called Christ, is coming. When he comes, he will explain everything to us."

Then Jesus declared: "I, the one speaking to you—I am he."

Disciples return (detail)

Just then, his disciples returned and were surprised to find Jesus talking with a woman, as depicted by the men in the upper left-hand corner of the painting. But no one asked, “What do you want?” or “Why are you talking with her?”

Then, leaving her water jar, the woman dashed back to the town and said to the people, “Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did. Could this be the Messiah?” They came out of the town and made their way toward him...

Samaritan woman (detail)

Call her by Her Name: Saint Photina

I was raised Roman Catholic (which, I have learned over the decades, is a bit different than Venetian Catholic) with a biblical knowledge limited to Bedtime Bible Stories and a Catechism taught by frightening nuns. But I am surprised that I have never heard the story of the Samaritan Woman at the Well before—I've included the entire Gospel of John, Chapter 4 at the end of this post. It seems that she was the first person to whom Jesus openly revealed himself to be the Messiah. 
 
The Eastern Orthodox faith definitely knows who the Samaritan woman is. She is Saint Photina, venerated as the first person to spread the Gospel of Jesus to her people, leading to many conversions. She is recognized as the first Christian evangelist

In fact, the current Eastern Orthodox church that houses Jacob's Well is named the Church of Saint Photina. It is considered by some to be the most authentic site in the Holy Land, depending on which religion is telling the story, "since no one can move a well that was originally more than 40 metres deep."

So, not only did ground-breaking Jesus Christ take the direct route through off-limits Samaria, he stopped to rest at the very well created by Jacob, aka Israel, the redeemed father of the Israelites. Then he upped the ante by having an intimate conversation with a Samaritan woman, to whom he revealed that he was the Messiah. 

The Modern Journey of Giordano's Masterpiece: From Bankruptcy to Palazzo Grimani

In recent years, Giordano's painting had been part of a Venetian collection that fell into bankruptcy. Its future was uncertain. Then the Italian police stepped in. 
 
One of the most fascinating units of the Carabinieri, Italy's military police, is the Command for the Protection of Cultural Heritage. Italy has an abundance of priceless art, and all sorts of shenanigans go on from those who would like to get their hands on it.
 
The Carabinieri discovered Giordano's painting at a Venetian bankruptcy auction in 2018. Its origins were unknown. It was purchased by the Italian Ministry of Culture in 2021.

Because of the connection between Cardinal Vicenzo Grimani (c.1652-1710), who was the Viceroy of Naples during the Hapsburg realm, and the Neapolitan Baroque artist Luca Giordano (1634-1705), it was decided that Palazzo Grimani, Cardinal Grimani's ancestral palace in Venice, would become the permanent home of the Samaritan Woman at the Well. Grimani was an important patron and collector of Giordano's work. The masterpiece has been carefully restored by Claudia Vittori, and is now in the dining room of Palazzo Grimani.

Samaritan Woman at the Well by Luca Giordano
in the dining room of Palazzo Grimani
Photo: Cat Bauer
Slowly but surely, the ancient Palazzo Grimani is returning to its former glory when it was a paramount cultural center in Venice. It is a brilliant example of how even the serpentine bureaucracy of the Italian Ministry of Culture enables Italy to regain its priceless heritage.

And that’s not all. In July 2025, the vibrant Dr. Marianna Bressan was confirmed as the director of a new Italian State institute in Venice, which was created in May 2024: the National Archaeological Museums of Venice and the Lagoon

The Palazzo Grimani Museum is a crucial element of the new institution, which also includes the National Archaeological Museum of Venice, the Altino Archaeological Museum, and the future Museo Archeologico Nazionale della Laguna di Venezia, which will be out in the lagoon on the Island of Lazzaretto Vecchio, also home to the Venice Immersive section of the Venice Film Festival. The institute will explore the evolution and transformations of the city of Venice from antiquity to the present day.

In its new home in Palazzo Grimani, Luca Giordano's 
Samaritan Woman at the Well is a welcome masterpiece and a vital cornerstone for the future of Venice's new National Archeological Museums.

Ciao from Venezia,
Cat Bauer

Gospel of John, Chapter 4

Jesus Talks With a Samaritan Woman

Now Jesus learned that the Pharisees had heard that he was gaining and baptizing more disciples than John— although in fact it was not Jesus who baptized, but his disciples. So he left Judea and went back once more to Galilee.

Now he had to go through Samaria. So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon.

When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)

The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.[a])

10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

11 “Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? 12 Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?”

13 Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.”

16 He told her, “Go, call your husband and come back.”

17 “I have no husband,” she replied.

Jesus said to her, “You are right when you say you have no husband. 18 The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have just said is quite true.”

19 “Sir,” the woman said, “I can see that you are a prophet. 20 Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain, but you Jews claim that the place where we must worship is in Jerusalem.”

21 “Woman,” Jesus replied, “believe me, a time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. 22 You Samaritans worship what you do not know; we worship what we do know, for salvation is from the Jews. 23 Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. 24 God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth.”

25 The woman said, “I know that Messiah” (called Christ) “is coming. When he comes, he will explain everything to us.”

26 Then Jesus declared, “I, the one speaking to you—I am he.”

The Disciples Rejoin Jesus

27 Just then his disciples returned and were surprised to find him talking with a woman. But no one asked, “What do you want?” or “Why are you talking with her?”

28 Then, leaving her water jar, the woman went back to the town and said to the people, 29 “Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did. Could this be the Messiah?” 30 They came out of the town and made their way toward him.

31 Meanwhile his disciples urged him, “Rabbi, eat something.”

32 But he said to them, “I have food to eat that you know nothing about.”

33 Then his disciples said to each other, “Could someone have brought him food?”

34 “My food,” said Jesus, “is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work. 35 Don’t you have a saying, ‘It’s still four months until harvest’? I tell you, open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest. 36 Even now the one who reaps draws a wage and harvests a crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together. 37 Thus the saying ‘One sows and another reaps’ is true. 38 I sent you to reap what you have not worked for. Others have done the hard work, and you have reaped the benefits of their labor.”

Many Samaritans Believe

39 Many of the Samaritans from that town believed in him because of the woman’s testimony, “He told me everything I ever did.” 40 So when the Samaritans came to him, they urged him to stay with them, and he stayed two days. 41 And because of his words many more became believers.

42 They said to the woman, “We no longer believe just because of what you said; now we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this man really is the Savior of the world.”

Friday, September 19, 2025

The Magic of The Venice Glass Week - "A Woman Is an Island" by Katia Margolis at Vert de Venise Art

Katia Margolis & Robin Saikia, founders of Vert de Venise Contemporary Art Gallery Photo: Cat Bauer
Katia Margolis & Robin Saikia, founders of Vert de Venise Contemporary Art 
Photo: Cat Bauer

(Venice, Italy)  The artist Katia Margolis captures the bluish green colors of Venice in every medium she touches, from canvas and paper to hand-painted silk dresses and scarves. So, it was only natural that she turned her talents to the magic of hand-blown Murano glass, an art Venetians have practiced for over a thousand years.  

The Venice Glass Week is an international festival that supports and promotes the art of glass. Now in its ninth edition, the festival takes place in different venues around the historic center of Venice, the island of Murano, and Mestre on the mainland. There is a broad range of settings, from glass furnaces and galleries to museums and institutions, and over 200 events to visit. 

This year, the festival is entitled #TheMagicOfGlass and runs from September 13 to September 21, 2025, though many of the installations will be open much longer. 

You see people out on an adventure, wandering through the calli and campi of Venice, clutching colorful paper maps as they embark on a good old-fashioned treasure hunt for Murano glass marvels. For the digital among us, the map and program are also available online. 

The Rebirth of Venice. Homage to Carlo Scarpa. Designed by Katia Margolis Glass maestro: Oscar Zanetti Photo: Cat Bauer
The Rebirth of Venice. Homage to Carlo Scarpa. Designed by Katia Margolis
Glass maestro: Oscar Zanetti
Photo: Cat Bauer

VERT DE VENISE CONTEMPORARY ART 

Vert de Venise Contemporary Art is an art gallery and open studio founded by Robin Saikia, Katia Margolis, and Leo Belo in 2024 that celebrates the beauty and traditions of Venice, and her role as a muse to her inhabitants and visitors. 

Here is Katia Margolis in her own words about her project, A Woman is an Island:

My project for The Venice Glass Week 2025 explores glass as both material and metaphor -- fragile yet resilient, light and heavy, polished surfaces so easily broken into sharp edges -- qualities that reflect the contradictions of any human being. Women especially.   
Working with Murano masters, I created female sculptures, glass "islands," and objects from discarded shards, transforming what was broken or abandoned into something new. For me, this act of reimagining is not only artistic but ethical: in a world fractured by war, violence, and injustice, vision itself becomes a battlefield.  

The exhibition, A Woman is an Island, reclaims John Donne's famous phrase in reverse. Each of us is an island -- not isolated, but uniquely outlined and open on all sides to the shared ocean. Freedom lies in choosing, despite vulnerability, to remain oneself, and to take responsibility. Through fragments, I seek a path to wholeness -- and to the future beauty. 
The aim of Vert de Venise is to build a bridge between traditional Venetian arts and crafts and contemporary art, a goal it achieves with A Woman is an Island. Katia Margolis lassoos the very soul of Venice herself from the surrounding sky and waters and hoists us up to the heavens. 

Vert de Venise Contemporary Art is located at Fondamenta San Basegio 1645 in Dorsoduro, just down the fondamenta from the San Basilio vaporetto stop on the Zattare, before the Church of San Sebastiano. There is always something clever going on, so stop by when you're in the zone.

Go to The Venice Glass Week for more information about #TheMagicOfGlass.
Go to Vert de Venise Contemporary Art for more information about its projects. 

Ciao from Venezia,
Cat Bauer