Intervals: Curatorial and organizing practice

Nowhere could one find a greater meeting of aesthetics, aspiration, and internationalism than the Venice Biennale - until the day this "world in a garden" fell apart. It began when the Russian pavilion was hacked by its own bots, in what's become known as the Transaction of Botland; then the United States surrendered its pavilion to art made by and for other species; then the very premise of nationhood collapsed, as the Polish Republic of Hungary, Franchised Paris, so many others came into being.

We followed these events without much concern; nations end, tastes change. Our foundation, our steady ground, our safe haven of sanity and tradition: What sated us, when the art sucked, was pizza. As long as we could rely on a slice, we would certainly return to the Biennale.

Alas, even pizza has gone. Always Fresh, cut off from its gas supply, can't keep making this culinary wonder. We are left to imagine a Biennale beyond nations-and to remember the former friendship of crust, tomato, and cheese. Please join us for the first and only Pizza Piennale.