At the 53º edition of the Biennale, in a public restroom in the Arsenale, I discovered the door of a toilet stall where, over a period of six months, viewers had written their impressions and definitions of art and the Biennale, through some hundred inscriptions, written in a dozen languages.

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​Thanks to the numerous photographs I took of the door, it has been possible to compile all of the writing in the book The Venetian Door, with the aim of spreading this unusual document, a definition of art that is spontaneous, marginal, truthful, and far from rules and art lexicon.