Posts Tagged ‘Paleolithic era


The Falling Cow

Somewhere on the internet there needs to be a good, high-res, big, static picture of “The Falling Cow” without the inner spine of a book interfering with the image and also with enough context around it, especially so you can see what looks like a smoky trail or a shadow-ghost of the falling cow.

The falling cow was painted using the spray technique, which means the artist put pigment in his/her mouth and mixed it with saliva and blew the paint through a tube or used pre-made liquid paint and then put the liquid paint in his/her mouth and blew it through a tube. However, the muzzle and horns were painted with a brush. The current idea for explaining why “The Flying Cow” was painted this way is because the surface was too bumpy to paint with a brush.

You should also be aware that this one of the few paintings that portrays movement. Most images are of static animals.

Originally, “The Falling Cow” was called “The Leaping Cow” or “The Jumping Cow.” But on closer examination, which can’t be done with this image, you can see the legs are up against the adbomen. The right hind leg can actually be seen through the cow’s (auroch’s) body. The arrangement of the legs suggests falling instead of flying. I, however, wonder if it is being dragged to the right or if it is flying to the left. Maybe it fell out of the wall where the shadow spot is or maybe it is falling in.

Also notice part of the body is in red.

Most important is the red quadrangular sign near the auroch’s mouth. What is that? A trap? A signature? A shamanistic image from the beginning of a trance? Why are there so many?

Here’s the picture of “The Falling Cow” with the surrounding images.

The Falling Cow with Surroundings

Click the image to see it bigger.

Here is “The Falling Cow” without the surroundings.

The Falling Cow alone“The Falling Cow” is located on the right wall of the Axial Gallery in the Lascaux Cave in France.//


in pursuit of the juiciest wine: day six

Borsao Crianza Seleccion 2006In Brockport this spring, the sun sets when it gets around to it. It doesn’t follow the daily pattern of setting a little later each day. Nope. Today it’s setting earlier than yesterday and yesterday it set later than the day-before yesterday and the day-before-the-day-before yesterday it set earlier. So who knows what to expect each day. Except today I expect to drink some Borsao Crianza Seleccion 2006.

I love Borsao. I’ve had a number of their wines from the inexpensive and very enjoyable Borsao Primizia to the Tres Picos 2004, 2005, 2006, and 2007. The 2004 was awesome! Both are 100% Grenache. What can you expect from a town whose history goes back to the Paleolithic era. That’s my second favorite time period. My favorite is the first 10-36 seconds after the Big Bang. So much happens in that time period from quantum foam to cosmic inflation, or inflationary theory. Alan Guth is the man, though he originally had it at 10-42 seconds, but whatever.

La la la.

To the wine! Allons-y.

Borsao Crianza Seleccion 2006 is 50% Grenache, 25% Tempranillo, and 25% Cabernet Sauvignon. I think the Cab will hold back some of the potential juiciness, but we will see.

This bottle has been open for about an hour-and-a-half. It’s got a good ruby color against a rainy Brockport sky. Hey, when did it start raining. Hm. No wonder the sun is in hiding. I hear some growling thunder now, as well.

There’s some berries in the nose, and deep down there are some sweet plums. A bit jammy, too.

Now for the fun part. The tasting!

It’s really juicy going in, especially on the front of the tongue. It’s so delicate up there, too, and smooth and delicious and flowery and medium-light bodied. Towards the back of the tongue is where the jamminess is. And then it finishes with that dry and slightly spicy Cab, and then it disappears quick as lightning. What a fun wine.

It’s so beautiful outside. There’s a good, light wind blowing through my loft, the trees are swaying on Market Street, the thunder is trembling up above somewhere, the cars are making the wet-tire-meets-wet-road sound. It’s perfect.

I need to try a whole drink. You know, taste it as a whole instead of in parts. . . .  It’s got a great body. It’s pretty clean until the finish, which can easily be overlooked.

Wow, there’s some lightning and thunder three seconds later, and the rain is coming down in sheets. I can see it swirl down Market Street.

This wine, too, swirls, and it’s as fun to drink as it to watch the rain storm.

It’s another good wine from Borsao. Not great, like the 2004 Tres Picos, but good. And for $13, quite good.

Now, I’m off to a frozen mushroom and onion pizza.//

The Cave (Winner of The Bitter Oleander Press Library of Poetry Book Award for 2013.)

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