KARA WALKER at the whitney

http://nymag.com/arts/art/reviews/40277/

The following is printed on a large wall in the second room of Kara Walker's exhibit at The Whitney Museum of American Art.

The last eight words are the title of the exhibit, which is just incredible, shocking, outrageous, horrific, awesome and terrifying.

“Dear you hypocritical fucking Twerp. Id like to thank you for giving me clothes when I needed them and food when I needed it and for fucking my brains out when my brains needed fucking. I hope that the time we spent in the quarters with my family sleeping nearby quietly ignoring what you proceeded to do to me—what, rather I proceeded to do to you—was worthwhile for you, that you got the stimulation you so needed, Because now That Im Free of that poison you call Life, that stringy, sour, white strand you called Sacred and me savior, that peculiar institution we engaged in because there was no other foreseeable alternative, I am LOST. I am left here alone to recreate My WHOLE HISTORY without the benefit of you, my complement, my enemy, my oppressor, my Love.”

I urge you to check out her work.