Œuvre d'art public
Table Talk
Location:
St Mary's University Art Gallery, Restaurant, 923 rue Robie , Halifax, NS, B3H 3C3, Canada
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Artwork creator(s):
Sandler, Ilan
Text author(s):
Public
Installation year:
2005 Description:
Table Talk est un ensemble de trois tables circulaires de cuivre avec le texte sur le tour. Le texte est composé d'extraits d'entrevues avec des victimes ou témoins de crimes violents. Les tables ont été installées dans la restauration à l'angle de la St Mary's University Art Gallery. Les textes sont de conversations avec Ryan Suter, un artiste vivant à Halifax, et Nino Richards, qui a été un élève au secondaire à Philadelphie. La troisième table a été laissée en blanc.
Text of the artwork:
Halifax
I was walking down Creighton
just past Gerrish a kid with his hoodie up asked:
Do you have any money? Are you drunk?
As I said no he punched me hard on my jaw
The second time he hit me I spun around
I had my head to the ground
I could see a bunch of feet behind me
As I tried to run I felt this smash on the
back of my head it was the most amazing
sound it was a pop
I blacked out
but I was so pumped with adrenalin
when I hit the ground and slid on my knees
I popped right back up.
I fell onto the back of a car
four kids grabbed me
they pushed me towards a construction site
A kid said: hit him again,
they cracked me again with the two by four.
They pushed me around the corner and tried
to get me into the pit of a basement
I didn't realize the blood from my head
was going into my face
I couldn't understand why I had this blurred vision
I started pushing and got out of the construction site
but I got banged again, my face hit the cement,
my body flexed again and I popped right back up
I continued running and lights started to come on
people started opening their doors.
I started banging on a friend's door.
They answered but my friends did not recognize me:
you sound like Ryan but I don't recognize you.
I was the third person attacked that night,
I think there were four kids, one was white and the others were black,
I ended up with twenty five staples in my head.
Philadelphia
They attacked me from behind. But I didn't fall.
If I would have fallen they would have stomped the crap out of me.
I didn't run. When they saw the boy's back they got off me.
I cut the boy's back and when they saw the blood they all got off me.
I didn't even see what I picked up to defend myself.
The police said it was like a piece of a box cutter. It was old and rusty and I cut myself pretty bad.
When I ran across the street the police locked me up. They didn't see what happened.
They locked me up and then I went to the hospital and then to the youth study center.
I defended myself. They didn't want to fight me one on one.
I thought though everything was squashed because I went to the dean.
They played it pretty smart. They caught me when I was going home from school.
I had damage done to my eye and a little bit of damage done to my ribs and back
Text theme:
Témoignages sur des crimes ou violences
Artist's biography:
Ilan Sandler Document(s):
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