Even though the largest part of the day is occupied with work, there is always a moment I can dedicate to archaeology, amateur archaeology or armchair archaeology you may well call it. I don’t dig archaeological sites but I dig into any form of information, be it publications or the internet. I even get out of my armchair to dedicate my entire vacation to visiting archaeological sites, museums and exhibitions and taking pictures of stuff a normal person would walk by. All because I want to tell the story of Sardinia and Sicily in prehistoric times.
I take my pictures of stones and sherds, publish them on my site and tell my visitors what they are looking at. I tell them why these stones or sherds are interesting and what happened to them in the past. I hope to attract their attention beyond their normal level of knowledge, to get them to look at details and not to walk past them, to recognize what they are looking at, and even perhaps enjoy what they are visiting, beyond the usual ten to thirty minutes it takes to bore them to death (seen one seen them all, it’s just a heap of stones what’s the use).
So I sit in my armchair, well really it is an old kitchen chair, in front of my screen working away hundreds of images, reading endless stuff and combining it into texts hoping to capture the imagination of the traveller, the schoolkid, even the scholar, the same way these stones and sherds are capturing my own imagination. I sit there in the morning before going to work, sometimes in the evening to write some text, getting my satisfaction from a one-liner, a single appreciating remark left as a comment, bridging in my way the gap between the archaeologist who enthusiastically uncovered his artifact and the larger public interested in a remote past.
29th of june 2012 at the #dayofarch