Bird asked what a paleontologist was and Mom said that if he took a complete, illustrated guide to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, shred it into a hundred pieces, cast them into the wind from the museum’s steps, let a few weeks pass, went back and scoured Fifth Avenue and Central Park for as many surviving scraps as he could find, then tried to reconstruct the history of painting, including schools, styles, genres, and names of painters from his scraps, that would be like a paleontologist.Nicole Krauss
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Many people think that there is something magical about fossils. It’s just a pile of dirt, right? Wrong! How would you feel if you were asked to figure out the history of art from a single piece? You would have to spend time figuring out the steps of art history, including artists, styles, genres, and names. The challenge of this task might be enough to give you goosebumps.
Source: The History Of Love
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