Friday, June 17, 2005

Memories from Liverpool (1)

There is so much variation in the world. So many different kinds of beauty. What accident of History made me Portuguese, you English, him German? Where did our ancestors find themselves in search of survival and happiness and love, how many times have they crossed paths, how is that apparent in the lines of our faces, the structure of our bones, our infinite types of beauty? Does that wrinkle in her face mimick the exact path of some long deambulation through African deserts and lush European woodlands?

The scientific lifestyle affoards the would-be artist a unique opportunity. An international conference is a haven for any who would seek to draw the whole world. People from the whole human universe will just automatically sit for you, patiently, for a whole hour, without even noticing. Many will even fall asleep in a perfect pose...

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