People today just don’t appreciate good performance art when they see it. They see a slightly pudgy guy with his shirt tucked into his khakis, giving it 100% with his awkward, rhythm-less dance in the middle  aisle on a public metro and they think, “WTF,” instead of “Sweet mother of our Lord, we have been blessed with the most outstanding example of modern dance that our eyes have or ever will encounter… Mine life: tis complete…”

I on the other hand, know true art when I see it.