Thanks, Ed.
Actually she seems to me to be a rather classic Venetian who I would have more expected to take part. But, yes, she reminds me of the mother who is seen going to a private chapel service as the aristocrats are getting home from their revels in the abandoned palace in La Dolce Vita. This set -- both sets really -- is very uncharacteristic of what I did there but may fit into the notion of disrupting the standard perception of the city. Of course the first picture buys into that perception (though its perspective would look a bit odd for someone who assumes that it was taken from the Academia bridge a bit further up the canal), but one of the oddities is that the calender and postcard photogs do get one aspect of Venice right and to ignore that aspect would be as artificial as ignoring the things that go against the established grain.
Can't say that any of this is conceptually worked out. As I tend to do when trying to create a more or less organized set, I shuffled the picts back and forth, keeping looking at various arrangements as rapid slideshows to get a sense of the movement. The two images seemed to link well with the double confessional and harken back -- though I doubt if anyone would see this but me -- to the two prayer books in an earlier picture. The odd perspective effect here connects this picture to a different set of pictures. When I was working on it I realized that it could be a tribute to the odd perspectives used in the church portraits of the 17th century painter Saenredam, one of my favorite artists. And I've only been partial to pictures of light emanating from the Holy Ghost in Assumption paintings, which seem to be both highly sexual and, in an extramissive fashion, proto-photographic; at times in the past linked with pictures of vapor trails, as I am sure will happen again. But I can kick myself for not getting a picture of the raising of the host on television.
As for the color balance I need to work on that more. In the old slide days I just would shoot everything with daylight film and let the light do what it would with the emulsion, coming to like the red cast quite a bit.
(Was very skeptical about this whole venture, and of the city, when I started, though not apt to turn down a free apartment for three months, but after six months there have found the many tensions and ambiguities there interesting enough that I'd like to get back somehow, especially as my Italian begins to improve. Have talked with someone about doing pictures for a book on places associated with Casanova in Venice but not sure how that could be funded. I guess it is often good to go against your own grain.)