an old favourite—
(next post, back to routine … looking for sanity in an insane world) (the geniuses above being pretty damned exceptional!)
The wee cutie (?) has her ‘death stare’ down to a fine art—the essence of Quality Assurance is to first make a good product, and then to replicate it as perfectly as you can every time:
wee cutie has it down to a fine art—near perfect, in fact—or someone has been tweaking. Excellent Quality, though.
Put me down as suspicious … I knows me tweaks when I sees ’em—
—but I really can’t be bothered chasing ’em. Let’s just give credit where it’s due (if it is due) and recognise that she has a truly awesome ‘death stare’.
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Published in the Nature journal, their paper describes the ancient painting in a limestone cave on Sulawesi as our oldest known rock art …
The figurative depiction of hunters as therianthropes may also be the oldest evidence for our ability to imagine the existence of supernatural beings.
From the sample image all I can offer is the blogger’s equivalent of the married man’s “Yes Dear”* . But wait, it does get better—
Prehistoric cave art provides some of the most direct insight available into the earliest storytelling.
Storytelling—as fiction, or simple reportage?
Professor Maxime Aubert, Associate Professor Adam Brumm and colleagues used Uranium-series analysis to date a 14ft 9in (4.5m) wide rock art panel as at least 44,000 years old.
Be careful, Prof & Co … one Virginia Steen McIntyre had a promising career destroyed by an indignant Establishment for similar. (Offer theories, yes … but be careful not to rock boats in any way. Brrrr.)
“All of the major components of a highly advanced artistic culture were present in Sulawesi by 44,000 years ago, including figurative art, scenes, and therianthropes.”
So … is the art work here fact or fiction? (Clue: the animal depicted appears a wee bit bigger than the (flying?) human-ish wee imps apparently hunting it.)
AND I USED TO
think that cave art of about ten thousand or so years ago was ancient. Dammit—is nothing sacred?
Requote: “imagine the existence of supernatural beings—”
* It means “If you say so …” (As: who am I to disagree?)
Hey, you~! Have thee a nice shot of a building in New Zealand’s southernmost city:
—taken a wee while ago, before the latest million dollar improvements. And now, one taken recently by moi own ‘umble self, by pure coincidence*
(a) that the earlier photographer too was a genius with an eye for composition, and
(b) that great minds think alike.
Now understand this much (please, or I’d have lived in vain)—
—that most of what you see in the left of these snaps is doomed to demolition. The whole city block is to go under the mallet, to be replaced with an all-singing all-dancing new purpose built City Mall … which will attract the cognoscenti and aficionados and innocent from all over the world; to boost our flagging coffers.
They’ve allowed two hundred million bucks for the project, which by my guesstimation based on track records will be more like two hundred and umpty million plus.
THANK THE GODS
that in a Democracy you get what you deserve, no? And nowI’m off to town to get some more snaps of the doomed block. Don’t wait up …
* Some while ago now
I was struck by two thoughts:
(a) ‘photographs’ these days aren’t so much photographic images as works of art wherein the actual camera-capture serves merely as a foundation;
(b) every church, mosque, temple, cathedral or other shack of worship is a monument for ‘Man’s Inhumanity to Man’ (clichés, I love ’em).
NOW HERE IS A
snap of my own most sacred edifice—
—where, according to legend (and a definitive library book on coffee) the world’s first instant coffee was created.
Coffee is my God, that’s the relevance. Coffee is Real. I can produce you a coffee—there’s no way you can produce me a God. Every coffee house I pass is a temple, every barista a priest—and when I make it, coffee is to die from.
And my photographs aren’t fiddled beyond a wee cropping and sharpening and tiny tweak (sometimes) to the exposure. Now, for a coffee … and revisit Picfair.