Just a few days ago, I visited The Rubin Museum of Art in accordance with an assignment I had for my Art History class. It was a treat and definitely different to where I would choose in terms of places to visit. Upon entering, I was greeting with massive glass doors, high ceilings and a vast yet quiet space. The Rubin seemed to be little known in comparison to other museums around the city, or so the minimal visitors suggested. Ascending the stairs to the first floor of their exhibits, I was greeting with the atmospheric tones of a Tibetan singing bowl. I was impressed before I’d even seen the displays.
Up on the second floor, there are several sculptures in glass enclosures depicting a serene Buddha and other deities such as Vajrayogini and Vishnu. Climbing higher, I encountered several interactive displays on ceremonial chants, funerary prayers and mind altering practices utilizing combinations of silence, tones and lights.
Of all the exhibits however, my favorite would have to be the Sacred Spaces shrine room. It was potent with all the ceremonial pieces packed into such a small space. And accompanied by the ever present tonal sounds of a singing bowl, the low light and what seemed to be a patron meditating in solitude, the exhibit took on a weighted feel. I felt if I went any further into the room, I’d have to be prepared to face something heavy within myself. I wasn’t prepared for that just yet, but I do plan on paying another visit before the exhibit closes on October 16th.
The Rubin was definitely not what I expected and I’m glad for that. Otherwise, I would have been bored out of mind. Instead, I genuinely enjoyed myself and gained some knowledge on a culture outside of my own.
S.Belcon