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The city of bridges beckons

Photo Collection Musée de la musique, photo Jean-Marc Anglès

Are you in need of some enchanting Italian music? Some splendid Italian architecture? How about some good old Italian theatre? Then the Montreal’s Museum of Fine Arts has something in store for you.

The Concert. 1741. Oil on canvas, 60 x 48 cm.

Splendore a Venezia: Art and Music from the Renaissance to the Baroque in the Serenissima explores the interdisciplinary relationship between Venetian music and the fine arts.

Between the 16th and 18th centuries, Venice resembled the United States as it is today—a global power feasting off its assets. Quick historical insert—Venice was at its prime as a parading, independent republic before Napoleon set things askew.

The exhibit has been enjoying strong reviews, according to press officer Thomas Bastien. “People love this exhibit, and I would say we have had over 30,000 visitors so far,” said Bastien. “We were lucky to be able to have over 61 establishments loan us articles and artifacts for the exhibition, which explains why it took so long for us to set up this project…in all, it took us five years.”

The exhibit’s attention is on three themes: art and music in the public sphere (think gondolas and street musicians), art and music in the private realm (think private salons), and finally art, music and mythology (think Apollo).

Stroll through the first room and you get a crash course in Ven

Photo Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art / Art Resource, NY

etian history between 1488 and 1797. One of the most important dates to keep in mind is 1501—when Venice was honoured as the center of music publishing, thanks to the standardization of modern musical notation—everyone agreed on one way to depict music on sheets, with a five line staff, read from left to right.

The beauty of the exhibit undoubtedly lies in the artifacts. You are immediately bathed in everything opulent. For instance, the first room explores Venetian history by showcasing beautiful Procurators’ red velvet robes. Continue your ambling as you listen to excerpts from Giovanni Picchi and Antonio Vivaldi, or just a continuous loop of Vivaldi’s Gloria RV 589, peering at the richly decorated hymn books.

Also on display are the oil paintings by the likes of Titian and Tintoretto.

Courtesy of Fondazione Musei Civici di Venezia, Museo Correr

They depict typical Venetian scenes, where citizens convene at the San Marco square, bargain for pears and go out to eat gelato. With the winter weather creeping upon us, Venice looks like quite an attractive destination indeed.

As you walk through the exhibit you get an overwhelming sense of pompousness and pride —seemingly what Venice must have been like back then. It appears to have been a virtual hotbed of culture, bathing in a golden light.

The museum placed a gondola in one of the rooms, where visitors can gaze at the lacquered black painted taxi boat, a tradition that still lives on in Venice today.

Yet another feature are the instruments. The museum went out of its way to find extraordinary instruments you would be hard-placed to name. For instance, have you ever heard of a cornett? What about a zil, the 16th century trombone or a naqqara? These long-forgotten instruments are given a second life, so to speak. Also on display is the Milanese mandolin made in 1762 and decorated with ebony and ivory.

As Francesco Sansovino once said, “music has its own cult in this city.” He must have been right, judging from the amount of music played in the Italian città.

Photo Fondazione Giorgio Cini, Venice / Matteo De Fina

As the exhibit elaborates, there were two main establishments which took music seriously: the ospedali and the scuola (school). In the simplest of terms, the ospedali (loosely translated to hospital) was an operation offering food, lodging and clothing to orphans.

Founded by a Franciscan brother, the ospedali also encouraged music. Orphans were taught music by none other than the string instructor Antonio Vivaldi. As for the scuole, they were spiritual associations which promoted music. By the end of the 16th century, there were six scuole (schools) in Venice.

Photo Fondazione Giorgio Cini, Venice / Matteo De Fina

In the mythology-themed room of the exhibit you see displays ranging from hilarious caricatures of operatic figures penned by Antonio Zanetti, to festive scenes of nude bodies reclining in nature munching on peaches in Jacob Comin’s “Concert of the Muses for the Gods.”

Finally, we come to the opera. Did you know that the Teatro San Cassiano was the first theatre in the world to present opera to the general public and be financed solely through ticket sales? Visitors get a glimpse at rosy-cheeked opera divas and highly prolific composers such as Tomaso Albinoni who scripted more than 80 operas.

In its prime, Venice was flooded with culture and refinement, and the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts has achieved a rare means of marrying the eye to the ear.

As Montreal Director and Chief Curator, Nathalie Bondil, stated, “At the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, it is now equally impossible to see without listening, to listen without seeing.”

Splendore a Venezia: Art and Music from the Renaissance to the Baroque in the Serenissima exhibit runs until Jan. 19, 2014 at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts.

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Travel can be the best medicine

Recently, a string of problems started plaguing me.
I have had depression for 10 years. About a year ago, I started to attend counselling sessions at Concordia to deal with some of my experiences. When I began the counselling, my boyfriend at the time had his own demons to deal with. After dealing with his judgement long enough, I left him.
Less than two weeks after I broke up with him, I was mugged on my way home from school. One day, the jewellery store I worked at was robbed while I was on shift.
I had also been having regular bouts of flu, which turned out to be an obscure stomach disease.
By this point, many of my friends and family were worried about me. I was actually seeing the bright side to these events. As Eleanor Roosevelt said “A woman is like a tea bag — you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” I went through them and came out victorious.
I decided that since I was back to being myself and could handle dealing with my depression, a toxic relationship, a mugging, a robbery and now a stomach disease, I needed to follow my dreams. So, a month and a half after the robbery, I quit my job and took a solo trip to New Zealand and Australia for five weeks.
I landed in Auckland. New Zealand is a shade of green. Flying over the country, all you saw was green. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before.
On my way to Taupo and Wellington, I saw the volcano that was used as Mount Doom in Lord of the Rings.
I loved Wellington, where I tried 24 wines on a wine tasting tour. It was a fun party city. Thursday nights were ladies’ night. If men felt this was sexist and wanted to get in on the ladies’ night specials, they had to dress like women. I have never seen so many men in skirts and bras and still able to pick up ladies. I give them mad props.
From here, I went to Christchurch. One Indian cab driver told me how he used to call the city paradise before the earthquake that hit it last February. Now, he cannot say the same.
The city is still in ruins. The earthquake hit their central business district the worst. Only two streets lead to the centre of the damage. I saw firsthand how selective an earthquake is. A building would be completely in shambles while the one next door would be pristine.
It was time to say “kia ora,” which means “good health” in Maori, and G’day to my next stop: Australia.
I spent three days in the Cape Tribulation rainforest. My next stop was Cairns (pronounced Cannes), Australia. It would be here where I met some mates that I will never forget. On my first day in Cairns I decided to face my fears. Despite having never even been on a rollercoaster, I decided to go skydiving from 11,000 feet.
I signed my life away, and up I went. My tandem partner was Max, a gnarly man who has survived over 60,000 jumps. He told me how to position myself when my legs would be dangling from the edge of the plane.
The door opened and all I saw were clouds: big, fluffy clouds. They were so inviting and were basically asking to be jumped through. And then we fell…
Next day, I went snorkeling in the Great Barrier Reef. I had never been before and thought I
would just see some coral and fish. When I opened my eyes underwater, it was
like looking into a giant aquarium. The space between the top of the coral and the surface of the water was so sparse that I scraped my feet on them! I ruined Nemo’s home.
A general warning: if you are going to spend two nights on a racing sailboat, be ready to party and play some of the weirdest drinking games all night long, sleep in a room with 25 people and still have to wake up at 6 a.m. by two skippers.
Next up was Surfers’ Paradise — the Miami of Australia. Here I learned how to surf and how ladies’ night works in this city. Two buff, topless, Aussie boys are hired to do whatever the women want. You could put edible body paint on them, do body shots off them, etc. Also, women drink for free — all night long. This is sexism I could get on board with.
The downside is that it’s against Australian law to be drunk in a club. If you are tipsy or look like it you will be kicked out.
In Sydney, I challenged myself once more, deciding to climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge. The structure is 134 meters high, 1,149 meters in length and it’s 1,437 steps — information we are not told before we sign our lives away and begin the climb.
I strapped myself in, thought, ‘If Oprah could do this, so can I.’ I climbed up four rows of ladders. Making it to the top, seeing all of Sydney, including the Opera House, the amusement park, the botanical garden and three weddings in progress, was so amazing that my mates and I broke out into a victory dance.
After staying in Sydney for five days, I headed to Melbourne (pronounced Melbin). Here, we
visited a chocolate factory, saw koalas again, wet on another wine tasting tour and finally, the piece de resistance: every night at sunset, hordes of foot-tall penguins escape from the ocean and waddle across the beach. The night I went there were over 800 of them.
My mate Nicole wanted me to plan our day in Australia. Since our first day, I would always watch and try to understand how Aussie Rules works. This game is a mix of football, rugby, soccer and street fighting. An indication of what a mess the game is: seven referees are required on the field.
After five weeks, it was definitely tough leaving behind new friends and a lifestyle to which I had became accustomed.
The road from rock bottom to New Zealand and Australia was lined with lessons learned. The one person we should never give up on is ourselves. My trip taught me just how independent and how quickly we could adapt to foreign surroundings. Test yourself, live your dreams, don’t dream your life.

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