It is different every time it's served, as the only place it's stored is in the mind of the cook. A similar phenomenon happens when a handful of Pablo Picasso's Cubist creativity mixes with a dash of Salvador Dali's strangely engaging whimsy and a pinch of the patient, detailed eye and paintbrush of M.C. Escher. Simmering among the added seasonings in Rubin's mind's eye, the flavors coalesce to eventually be served up as abstract art. Indeed, it's the process of making something, not the finished product, that for Rubin is the most delicious part of being an artist. I often think that there's painting, and then there are pictures.
Pictures are objects, the residue.
Rubin's viewers have their own ideas about what his art is like. When she shared this with some visitors, one replied that a psychologist would definitely enjoy viewing this exhibit, if, indeed, the canvasses are representative of Rubin's consciousness. Whatever the case may be, the fact remains that art is interpretive, and there is much here to engender discussions among viewers. In Memory , some may see strangely shaped jigsaw puzzle pieces in greens, blues and earthtones, while others may see an abstract image of a tree growing at the water's edge. Viewed from afar, the latter group may appear to be nothing but abstract shapes, but upon closer inspection, there is more to see.