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By the end of my work day I was feeling even more off balance. A large part of me wanted to return to my normal routine, my 9-5 life. But I couldn’t, not when I knew there was so much more going on around me than I had ever dreamed possible.
That evening, these thoughts led me back to the museum. I found myself standing in front of Rubin’s paintings about a half hour before the museum was supposed to close.
I stared at the deep, rich, passionate colors and undulating humanity. Suddenly, it seemed more profound to me that many of his pantings showed the mythological world seamlessly meshing with the world of human beings. In his paintings the world of myth was as organic and real as the world of a human’s reality. As my reality.
Had Rubin actually seen these things? Is that why he pai
