Friday, November 20, 2009
I love it when I'm wrong.
Kneeling musician. What instrument was he playing? Any theories?
I watched a middle-school aged boy, dressed in a ridiculously oversized football jersey, while he sketched the standing archer. He was working hard for a considerable amount of time. Finally I went over to look at his work - it was exquisite, a true rendering of the warrior but in the style of Japanese anime. It was beautiful!
A mom acting as a chaperone for a group of younger students came up to me, after reading about the life of Qin Shihuongdi, and asked, "So what was up with that dude? Didn't his mother breast feed him?"
I sat on one of the benches next to a woman at least twenty years older than I. She looked misty-eyed and deeply moved. She told me (eventually) that she had a past lifetime during the Qin dynasty. Her friend snickered but I, of course, believed her. She was lovely.
A ceramics teacher lectured her class about the way the figures were created, her voice passionate. She told me she wanted to inspire her students, and indeed they seemed impressed.
The above vignettes took place yesterday, the opening day of the exhibit at National Geographic. Those holding tickets were the people who have very much been looking forward to it; folks who have been to China and seen the pits with their own eyes, scholars of Chinese history, and other enthusiasts of all stripes. It was so much fun!
I expected to be exhausted by all that social interaction, but I was wrong. I thought I might be overwhelmed or bored, but I was wrong about that, too. In fact the experience was refreshing in every way possible, just what the doctor ordered.
OK. I'm tired today, mostly I think because I'm processing all the unfamiliar sensory information that came in through my eyes and ears yesterday, but it's not the overwhelm of introversion I had expected. Interesting that still, at my age, I can misjudge my reactions so completely. Very cool.