Robert Rauschenberg

I have been thinking about my own existence with greater frequency over the last few weeks. Thinking about those who have already gone and those left to go; I obviously included in the latter have the privilege of reflection. And then today I read that Robert Rauschenberg died. Rauschenberg is an artist I fell in love with years ago, more so his paintings than his sculpture. I remember when I first saw a Rauschenberg painting, I had gone to the East gallery to visit ‘Lavender Fields’, only this time I wondered further. My heart drops when I connect with a work of art, like the feeling one gets on the first hill of a roller coaster. This was the feeling I got that day as I stood in front of his work, asking myself, “Who is this man, and how does he know how I see the world?”.