The recent opening of Venice Art Biennale has forced us to think a little, on a question we find vexing. Many people want to ban Russian artists from participating in the Biennale. And many many people want to ban Israeli artists. Both understandable points of view.
But we wonder why no one ever suggests banning the US artists. The U.S. government has been a tool for devastating cruelty and destruction at home and around the world for a really long time, and now participates without even a fig leaf of sanity or morality as billionaires worldwide unite in the race to destroy our planet. We wouldn't blame you for hating us, really, really hating us (American artists). And for not wanting us around at all. The trail of tears produced by our government circles the globe many times over. We get why you hate us.
The thing is, we (The Biennial Project artists, as well as nearly all the artists we know) utterly oppose all these horrifying actions being taken in our name! So in Venice we premiered a group performance entitled Canaries in the Coal Mine. Design by Charlene Liska, Photo by Paul Weiner, Text by Barbara Revelle, Video by Katherine Sweetman, Performance by The Biennial Project Venice Biennale 2026 Players.


We came across the water with yellow in our hair
You look at us like strangers, we feel your rightful stare
We know the weight we carry, we know the anger’s real.
We’ve watched it from within our homes,
We’ve felt what you now feel.
We are not the flag, we are not the throne,
We are not the hands that harm in a name not our own.
We are breath and doubt, we are voice and plea.
Do not turn away the art that is trying to be free.
Art is not a border, it does not march or kill,
It doesn’t write the orders. it does not bend the will.
Artists are not governments, we do not make their wars.
We paint against the silence, we open broken doors.
We are not the flag, we are not the throne.
We are not the hands that harm in a name not our own.
We are breath and doubt, we are voice and plea.
Do not turn away the art that is trying to be free.
Maybe where you’re standing, you’re fighting something too,
Maybe in your country they do not speak for you.
Maybe all our voices are buried under power.
Maybe this is just the time we find each other now.
We are not the flag, we are not alone,
We are not the hands that harm, we are not the throne.
We are breath and doubt, we are still here.
If you hear the canary sing, then you know we’re near.