February 2021
Scroll Stroll
I imagined the scroll’s spread—it motivated me to abandon archival research in the British Library and travel to Bikaner...
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Write Like an Egyptian
Scratched on the wall of a mine is the very first attempt at something we use every day: the alphabet...
Read MoreUnearthing Mansa Musa
Sun of the Soil is a form of artivism that aims to engage not only local communities through street performance...
Read MoreA flute made from the wing bone of a griffon vulture was found…
The hand stencils on cave walls in Western Spain have been dated to about 65,000 years ago...
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Dosso’s Parega
For Dosso, the burgeoning foliage of the countryside outside the coastal town that can be glimpsed through the trees is as much of a subject as the human action...
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Every Character’s a Holbein
Small-eyed Henry VIII, spread curiously flat on the rectangle, vast and gem-studded. Thomas More, Anne Boleyn, they’re all here...
Read MoreTintoretto’s Triumph
Tintoretto needed no more than the outlines of the figures—no more than their idea—for them to come to life...
Read MoreChina’s Contract
You stay quiet and we will set the course for growth, success and China's path to the top. It's a tough, unambiguous contract...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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