The American singer-songwriter, poet and visual artist Patti Smith beautifully, yet eerily reads The Waves by Virginia Woolf. The rest of the dramatic performance is Smith in her own voice, possibly improvising, possibly reciting her homage to Woolf. Perhaps the performance held such resonance was due the fact that the exhibition fell on the 67th anniversary of Woolf’s death by suicide. Of Woolf’s death, Smith says, “I do not think of this as sad. I just think that it’s the day that Virginia Woolf decided to say goodbye. So we are not celebrating the day, we are simply acknowledging that this is the day. If I had a title to call tonight, I would call it ‘Wave.’ We are waving to Virginia.” (Smith, 2008) This notion is extremely profound, as many believe and still do, that Virginia’s death was a tragedy and in a way it could be argued that it was. However I believe that it wasn’t, as only that person can decide when to end their life and if, like Virginia, you can only find peace and happiness through death then so be it.