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Art Movements, 2004


Observing my dad from afar as I grew up, I began to appreciate the small oddities and quirks that make the everyday a source of amusement to me. Every evening he would strip to his boxers and strut around the house doing a bizare ritual of calistenics that he apparently learnt while serving in the army. Most of the moves seemed so silly, I couldn't imagine the routine being set by a huge, macho, snarling general, more like a ballet teacher. He'd do them unfailingly, in front of us all guests, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around him and he'd only draw the curtains when he was done! Watching him through the frosted windows of the living room was like watching a goldfish in its bowl.

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