Rauschenberg RIP

Robert Rauschenberg died this week. I don't pretend to know much about the man, but as a devoted post modernist, someone who loves life's complexities, who finds great joy in their expression, his work was certainly a pleasure for me to experience. Things come at you from all directions in the modern world. It can be hard to make sense of it all, to find a coherent picture, an image that rationally and completely captures the sense of what you are feeling. I think Rauschenberg's work speaks to that sense of disorientation, that sense of seeing things in an incomplete, jagged, fractured and broken state, but still beautiful, full of meaning, color, with many layers, some left undiscoverd, some hidden from view by the swirling sea of images floating in the air around us. We no longer live in small towns surrounded by people we have known our entire lives. Modern existence is full of the unfamiliar and the unexplained. Rauschenberg captured that, and is immortal hereafter.