Group Show

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© Courtesy of the Artist and Galerie VidalCuglietta
Group Show

5 Bd Barthelemy
1000 Brussels
November 30th, 2012 - January 19th, 2013
Opening: November 29th, 2012 6:00 PM - 9:00 PM

+32 2 502 53 20


Nov 10th, New York
Danny McDonald

I was told to show up at 220 east 10th st at 6 pm sharp. I hurried there and  found a bunch of people waiting outside a tiny storefront with the words  “Magic Fingers” painted on the window. The door was locked, the curtains  drawn, but something was obviously going on in there. A few velvet chairs  sat out front next to a spindly waif of a shelf with some garlics displayed on  it. A hand written sign advised that real garlic cost 50 cents and fake garlic  2 dollars. Oversized pennies lay on a chair.

An atmosphere of cheap witchy mystery was spreading in the East Village. I  ran into some friends, nobody had a clue as to when we would get to go  inside or what would happen. we hung out on the sidewalk. The night was  crisp and everybody seemed happy. Warm energy flowed between us. A  fortune teller emerged from the store front and sold a palm reading to my  friend (bad news he said afterwards). Every so often people would show up  that were allowed to enter the store. They would come back out, clearly  initiated but only slightly transformed- one guy’s face had been kissed a  couple of times by a mouth wearing a lot of red lipstick. He emerged offering apples from a cardboard box, I took one and he said to make sure to  wash it thoroughly before eating it. When I asked why he just looked at me  as if I was really stupid and said”just wash it”. I felt nostalgic for my early  days in New York, when I would receive that look all the time. A woman in a  large tiger print t shirt swept the sidewalk. Her giant wooden broom had a  braided handle.

A funerary flower wreath shaped as a question mark was put on the sidewalk. A pretty woman dressed as a witch painted my nails in glow in the dark  colors for 20 bucks. 

Walking home I gazed at that atrocity called The Freedom Tower, a giant  twinkling ruin on the make. Even that looked approriate through my reconditioned eyes- able to see and cherish my broken city in its true gothic  beauty. New York has a nervous aura nowadays, an apocalyptic perfume.

Somehow everything looked so beautiful.

My gaze had been corrected by a spell; cast by the artist Danny McDonald and his alter ego, the ancient New York witch Mindy Vale.

Emily Sundblad