Lately, I've been working at The Rubin Museum of Himalayan Art, in New York City. It's such an interesting environment to be in, mainly, I feel, because I'm around so many people who deify the environment I lived in in India (which to me, for the better or worse, was very real and often uncomfortable). So many people who speak loudly about dropping everything, while living in New York, a city of (aggressively) everything. So much of the work in the museum is fundamentally about the substancelessness of what we call reality (a fundamental tenet of Buddhism), and the museum itself used to be the flagship Barney's.
All of this may seem like blatant hypocrisy, the normal attitude to which is disgust. But I'm thankful I've been able to step away from that to introspection. It's led my to re-examine all the little hypocrisies in my life, and understand more fully the necessity of living with them. For this particular New York substantiation, I'm thankful.
All of this may seem like blatant hypocrisy, the normal attitude to which is disgust. But I'm thankful I've been able to step away from that to introspection. It's led my to re-examine all the little hypocrisies in my life, and understand more fully the necessity of living with them. For this particular New York substantiation, I'm thankful.