Welcome to the sixth in the summer series of Little Windows. Bite sized peeks at historical objects that tell stories of global connections, creative encounters and adaptations. Each piques my curiosity and creativity, and I hope will do the same for you.
A little window to open once a week.
Neolithic Axes
Last winter, as I emerged from the immediate postpartum recovery period, I spent several days travelling into Cambridge to visit various museums and exhibitions. These visits were a way to connect to different aspects of myself, broadening my horizons, widening my eyes, gently tickling my tired brain. The bus ride in and out of the city gave me the best kind of physical and mental rest (well, the best I was going to get as a parent of two children) and you can read about why I love to be on the move here:
A fragment on rest
I'm on the bus to Cambridge. My baby just had a feed and is now napping in my arms.
Of all the artefacts that passed me by on those trips, this jadeite axe lodged itself most firmly in my dazed mind. I was drawn to it because of its sleek, elongated form that invites touch.
Just look at it.