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Ineractive installation
Video from dumbo art festival
Vincent Van Gogh ‘La ronde des prisonniers’, (1890). Painted after an
engraving by Gustave Doré (1832–1883)
Prison Walk is an installation after a painting that was done after
an engraving. When Van Gogh had made his painting he had confirmed
with a statement made by Dore. This way the original statement made by
one artist got reinstated in the work of another artist. In case of
this installation we are reinstating the statement made by two great
artists with the means that are available to us today.

Newgate Exercise yard by Gustave Dore from ‘London : A pilgrimage’ 1872, wood engraving

Vincent Van Gogh, ‘La ronde des prisonniers’, 1890
FW: original title of van gogh painting
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| Marlies Coucke | Fri, Aug 28, 2009 at 10:11 AM | |
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| Vydavy | Fri, Aug 28, 2009 at 3:11 PM | |
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“Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives. Moreover, the prison is sometimes called prejudice, misunderstanding, fatal ignorance of one thing or another, suspicion, false modesty.http://www.webexhibits.org/vangogh/letter/8/133.htm
Loadind dock at Adams street dumbo Brooklyn
http://newsgrist.typepad.com/a_gift_to_birobidzhan/
Jewish luck is Jewish luck. It is black or white. It comes and goes. But there is always something inside that stays forever.
previous work: http://vydavy.tumblr.com/post/983259
Featured artist show at Vox Populi, Philladelphia, PA
The show started with us sealing ourselves inside of the commuter’s dream. As our condition on the inside grew unbearable we had desided to come out of our dream into the world. We had torn through and exited the door of the car while everybody else stood clear.