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Friday, October 9, 2009
To all of you who laughed at me when I danced in the common room yesterday, I give you a hearty FUCK YOU! I tired not to be bitter, but I can't help it. I guess I should not even care. Why should I let the words of drunken fools bother me? I was doing art, and you all took it away from me. Do you know how much nerve it took me to unveil my dance in front of people?
It wasn't supposed to be something you would do at a bar to pop music. It was a spiritual piece I have entitled 'Galapagos'. I am an Island, ever evolving. I am a system, closed, self-sufficient. It is a revelation about my life, and where I have come as an individual since I came to Halifax. When I swam like a turtle on the floor, it was to symbolise where I had come from; it was me, living in my protective shell, beneath the bosom of my mother. For you to laugh and joke and pretend to be Ninja Turtles was a disgrace, entirely rude, and shows your complete inability to understand, appreciate, and love fine art. Well, thank you for making this turtle go back in his shell. Thank you very much.---An Island no more
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