"...and there, she, the blackly dressed, black shadesly wearing slowmotion film dancing queen of athmospheres, enters that NY park, hurling her arms, slinging out, singing out the most quiet floating movements, she radiates the pedistrian daily life rush, with her dance, dance as the fracture differing from the monothony of the street-life factor, dance such as like the darkest layer of a fruitful glass of purple red ..."

Bertrand Besigye om Monica Emilie Herstad, New York September 2009