Since its origins, Venice has had its double in the watery element in which it is reflected, reflecting back to those who look at it another image of itself: changeable, impalpable, unattainable because it is always different, elusive, and in constant dissolution. Impermanence is a term that in Buddhism defines the transitory and momentary nature of all phenomenal existence. The opposite of permanent, eternal. Venice is a fragile city, eternal and impermanent at the same time, at least in the perception of those who live there, of those born there and who see it constantly changing. It is a city as vibrant as the flowing waters that surround it and reflect its mirage, but which have always, in addition to protecting it, threatened it, raising fears of its catastrophic disappearance. Water symbolizes the alternating movements of emotion, calm and storm, everything that escapes the rationality of thought. Water reflects back to us the reflection of reality, it softly shapes what is rigid and sharp, it modifies forms and creates new ones, it shows us something that, perhaps, is only within us. In water we can see the strangest things, our fears, our nightmares, our memories, our dreams. In my visions, Venice is the impermanent city; not a real city in the strict sense, but an illusory, dreamlike space; it is a city of the soul, an expression of the unconscious and ancestral memories.