The title is a pun, not
a typo, so press on, my dedicated and curious readers! I know it's been almost a whole month since my last post (due in part to technical difficulties, and also a temporary lack of inspiration), but today’s blog post is
something special. Trust me.
Have you ever come across something that you just can’t
believe? Something that you look at multiple times just to make sure you’re
really seeing it? Well, a couple of weeks ago, I had one of those experiences.
But first, background information is probably a good idea (I know, I’m sorry, I
totally teased you all just then. But hey, you’re even more curious now,
right?).
One of my recent
projects was to catalog and photograph a collection of artifacts from Cyprus
that are currently on exhibit, and move them into a different display case
afterwards. And here they are, awaiting their new display home:
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This collection consists of mostly terracotta lamps and pitchers, but also a piece of rope used in a mine in Cyprus; a professor from the University of Cyprus has requested fragments from the rope so that she can have them radiocarbon dated! |
I was pumped to get my
hands [literally] on this display re-design opportunity. The case these
artifacts were in originally was very small and a bit outdated in terms of
appearance. Also, the large pyramid-shaped case was hung so high above the
display that housed all the other artifacts that I actually didn’t even see it
until I took it down for cataloging. Here’s what the display looked like before
I was let loose on it:
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Pretty cramped, and nothing really stands out. |
We’ll come back to the
display. Now for the exciting bit. As I was going over the artifacts and
filling out condition reports for each of them, I saw something on one of the small
terracotta pitchers. I did a double—no,
triple-take.
I put the pitcher down. Then I picked it back up. I tried to reason with
myself,
what are the odds? As I
stepped into the curator’s office, I tried not to seem overly excited (I did
not want to look like a young and naïve intern that jumped to a thrilling
conclusion prematurely). Calmly sitting in her office, I presented her
with what I thought I had found:
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The pitcher in question . . . |
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What's that . . . ? |
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Wait, is that another one!? |
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ANOTHER!? |
Do you see what I think
I see? Well, do you!? Fingerprints! More than one! I was relieved and totally
psyched when I found out I wasn’t the only one who thought I had discovered
something special. I expressed my amazement and nonchalantly left the office
since I didn’t want to totally freak out in front of everyone, but let me tell
you: THIS IS ONE OF THE COOLEST THINGS I HAVE EVER SEEN OR TOUCHED. EVER. And I
have seen some pretty cool stuff.
This pitcher’s estimated date is 600-500
BCE (before
common era), as in about 2,500 years ago! What we have here is something that
connects us with humans through space and time, across countries and different
languages, something that connects us as humans through art, invention, labor, trade
so many things! Despite all the odds stacked against the survival of ancient
artifacts, here it is. It’s cracked and damaged, but here it is. These
fingerprints are, quite possibly,
two
thousand and five hundred years old. They might be from the very person who
was involved with crafting this pitcher. And here I am, halfway across the
world in a tiny mining town that actually qualifies in a Colorado guide book as
a ghost town, working as a curatorial intern for $8.50 an hour, and this slice
of history and culture is resting in my hands. I found a website and journal for the
Society of Ancient Fingerprints, and a quote on their homepage sums this up well: "When a ceramics sherd or piece of clay has a preserved fingerprint it suddenly becomes personal. It is possible
to actually hold the very same object someone held thousands of years ago."
I’m no expert, and it's completely possible that a ceramics or terracotta expert could come in here and rain all over my parade. Maybe the
fingerprints are from later, though I’m not sure how that would happen once the
pitcher was completed. Terra cotta translates
from Italian into baked earth, and
once this piece was fired, I don’t know how fingerprints would
have been made in it afterwards. My little discovery happened over two weeks ago,
but can you tell that I’m still TOTALLY PUMPED about this!?
Phew, I think I got my
heart racing a little bit back there. Anybody else feel that? So, deep breaths,
let’s return to re-designing the display. The curator and I decided to use an old empty case
in a different and more appropriate wing of the museum. I really wanted the
display to look both visually dynamic and clean/organized at the same time. The
goal was something simple, but not BORING, because these artifacts are too
beautiful to be victimized by a boring visual display. I used some small stands
that the museum had in the workshop to change things up a bit. I edited the new
labels the curator typed up and discussed where we wanted to put them in relation
to the objects on display. We are both extremely pleased with the final
product, and I am absolutely over the moon that I got to do this.
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After! Sorry about the photo quality, I took this with my iPhone. |
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The small pitcher on the clear stand is the one with the fingerprints. I just had to give it something a little special. |
As Stephen King once wrote in one of his MANY books: " . . . I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that . . . "
Sometimes I can't believe this is my job.
Also, rewinding just a
little bit (okay, a lot) back to those educational kits that I made (see previous post): they were
a hit! The lunch-and-learn we presented them at was a huge success and I had
the opportunity to interact with some of the attendees after the lecture. This
was at this historic park in Frisco, CO. Not only did we get newspaper
coverage, but there were also about 70 people in attendance! For those of you
with limited small-town experience, that’s a lot of people. We ran out of
chairs and standing space, and unfortunately had to even turn some people away
because the crowd number got too high for code! Getting to talk to people about
the artifacts and sharing with them which of them were my favorite and why was
a blast.
My internship is about
halfway over already, and I have had so many enriching experiences (cliché, I
know, but whatever . . . it’s true). I’m so proud of the work I have done so
far, and I am very happy that I had the guts to move all the way from DC/North Carolina
to this tiny town 1,500 miles away.
If I hadn’t, I probably never would have
touched the fingerprints of a 2,500 year old person. And that's what makes this the greatest gig on earth for me.