The Arrival of the Modern Mind

The Ice Age Art exhibition at the British Museum is now over, I wonder where all those amazing tiny little pieces will go now. Opulent women, lion-men, animals perfect in every detail, resting, standing, running. I see no mystery in them. Isn’t the drama obvious? The eyes, the flesh, the bones, the weight. The movement. The storytelling.

It’s what the neocortex does. Telling stories.

iceage

A carving designed to be rotated to give the illusion of movement.
More images here.

by Catherine Brahic

 

 

Advertisements