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Photo: Maarten Zeehandelaar

De enkeling lukte het te ontsnappen. Het was heel simpel. Hij stond op en liep weg. De boeien die jaren om zijn armen knelde sprongen opeens open. Het liet een zeer plekje achter dat na 10 minuten langzaam weg trok en verdween. Die enkeling werd met een scheef oog aangekeken omdat hem werd verweten dat hij zijn verantwoordelijkheid niet nam. Er werd over de enkeling gepraat en minachtend gelachen omdat hij de handdoek in de ring had gegooid. Om die precieze reden duurde het ook zo lang voordat de enkeling weg durfde te gaan.

In de nachten die volgen slapen de lachers slecht, een vreemd soort gevoel in hun buik houdt ze wakker waarvan ze niet kunnen plaatsen wat het is. Ze denken na over sloten, sleutels die verstopt zitten in duizenden laatjes, over combinaties die onoplosbaar zijn, over kettingen die met de tijd steeds strakker worden getrokken om hun hals, benen en armen. Ze draaien zich op hun zij, lijdzaam zoekend naar een prettige houding, maar de slaap wil niet vatten.

Text by: Elske Helmich [Website Elske - in Dutch]

Few managed to escape. It was rather simple though. He got up, and walked away. The shackles that had oppressed him all these years suddenly burst open. It left a sore mark, but that started to disappear slowly after ten minutes or so and then vanished altogether. By the way, this particular one of the few was looked upon squarely. He was reproached for not taking his responsibility. Also he was despised and became a laughing stock, because he had thrown in the towel. Which was the exact reason it had taken him so long to get up. But when he realized how quickly the sore red spot had vanished he could have smacked himself on the head.

Every night those that do the laughing lie in their beds thinking about leaving. But there are too many locks, and too many keys have been hidden, in too many secret little drawers. It's just too hard to find them, and then combining them seems so complicated they rather just lie there, quietly. Moreover, they have already found an agreeable position in which the shackles don't oppress their limbs, too much.

Translation to English: Peter-Jan Vermeij



Museu de Arte do Rio | Museum of Art from Rio de Janeiro

With a bit of pride this time as my wife, Gisely, helped renovate and turn these two buildings in the Museu de Arte do Rio and the Escola do Olhar ('School of Looking', literally) when she was still working for the construction company responsible for the conjunction and transformation with the first 'fluid' concrete ceiling in the whole of Latin-America on this scale. A special project that recently has been concluded and so I thought to make a rather extensive report on it portraying the building.


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The entrance to the Museum (on the right) and the School (on the left).
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The museum is part of a grand reinvention of the port area and one of the first full-blown realisation of it. Still very much 'under construction', but as can be seen by the information board on the right part of the 'Olympic City' preparations which is Rio de Janeiro in 2016.

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Remember Photo of the Week 82?
Probably not, but you'll see that the museum has been topic already back then.

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Passage.

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Looking up between the two buildings.
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Various levels coming together.

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Up there.

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Graphic delight.

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Logo.

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Final thought


If I wasn't so down to earth I'd swear that these buildings are conversing underneath their joint hat. And in the background I'd see a few buildings talking amongst themselves while listening in carefully. A crane next to them doesn't seem to bother to hide his eavesdropping. All of them eagerly anticipating the outcome of the debate. It seems to be of political importance as there is a guard present.

© 2013 Maarten Zeehandelaar

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