Do you know how rare it is to have intact Roman pottery from this period in this type of shape? No? Oh, go watch some archaelogical dig shows and look at some of the shit they get out of the ground.
Tag: BCE
Tuesday
What do we say about Roman pottery? Well… in this case, it’s beautiful, and somehow, it managed to survive – which is a miracle, when you look at those handles.
Sunday
I’m pretty sure that the hallmarks of prehistoric art are pretty much 1) draw/paint/sculpt an animal, 2) draw/paint/sculpt a human being, 3) draw/paint/sculpt something to represent the god(s) of your choice (which can tie back to either #1 or #2). Landscapes didn’t come around till much later, but that’s another kettle of fish.
Monday
Mmmm, traditional Greek sculpture. Let’s just admire it. I really don’t need to make pithy commentary, do I?
Wednesday
This ring is tiny. Not just small, tiny. It’s like pinky ring sized for me, so it’s hella wee, like a standard size 5.5. You would think this wouldn’t be a pinky ring for Akhenaten, though, so he probably wasn’t the biggest guy to start with.
Monday
Nice to know that the bureaucratic way of life hasn’t changed in thousands of years and we have the records to prove it. Also nice to know that handwriting standards haven’t slipped, either… and that cursive is still elusive in most written languages.
Wednesday
Does anyone else find it disturbing that, with very small differences, drinking vessels haven’t changed in thousands of years? I mean, my coffee mug is basically this dipper on steroids.
Tuesday
While this isn’t as old as some of the other things we’ve seen this week, it’s still pretty damn old and in remarkably good shape for as old as it is. I don’t even understand how some of these items have survived intact, except that they weren’t used – that’s the only explanation.
Monday
It’s things like this, scattered around the world, these remnants of our earlier civilizations and our earliest incarnations and our earliest selves and our walking and talking with the arts and our pictures of ourselves and the world around us that I find fascinating. Because we haven’t changed that much, have we?
Sunday
I get the feeling that this cup could be held together with duct tape and still be pretty. It’s already basically held together with super glue and a prayer. And yet, for all my glib sarcasm, it’s still here and it’s old as hell and it’s in pieces, but it’s here.