Surrounding myself with great colleagues for the past 10 months necessitates readaptation to solitary existence. By day two, I am craving human interaction. I wander. I tour the current Power Plant exhibition--a creative weave of traditional and current First Nations ideas.
“Are you here for the dance competition?” Why not? Let serendipity guide. An Ojibway hip hop artist starts off. Dancers gyrate, showing off their agility, their enthusiasm, their artistry. I learn new words: B boys and B girls, and more. My mind swirls with my newly acquired street dance lexicon.
