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Made the semi-annual pilgrimage to the Denver Art Museum to experience an exhibit of aboriginal Australian art.
I was totally unprepared for the tsunami of emotions that wracked me. I don’t usually break down with tears in public, but boy howdy these artists just changed my life.
It’s very hard to explain. The effect was of having something I was unconscious of shown me in an extremely direct way. So direct that it will take some time for me to find fresh words to fit what happened.
Maybe one way to describe it: it was as if you discovered you shared a language with someone that you didn’t even know you spoke. And that this language allowed you to understand express things that you could not understand or express in many decades of communicating in your “native” tongue. What would that feel like?
And what if from this sudden linguistic discovery you found that certain painful contradictions in your psyche, an internal war, inexplicably went into unconditional surrender? The two sides just shook hands and embraced?
It was like that.
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