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utside of the University Art Museum, Barbara Kruger’s gigantic “We don't need another hero" -- it's bannered words superimposed on a 1950's redolent image of a young girl with her finger on the flexed muscles of a young boy -- was mounted on the exterior. Caydance checked her backpack and walked into the "members only" opening party for Kruger’s Matrix exhibition.
A long table of California wines, bread and cheese, and vegetables and dips was set up between the bookstore and the balcony-like overlap to the main gallery below. She accepted a glass of white wine. Leaning on the rail that overlooked the main gallery, she looked down at the crowd.
Beneath her, deep in conversation with the new director of the museum, stood a man wearing faded jeans and a silver-gray jacket.
