Posted in Exploring Copenhagen

Stories told in Stone

I stumbled into Cafe Katz at 9:02am. After having sped walk from the train station, I was out of breath and my calves ached. And, still, I was two minutes late. I started practicing my explanation as I walked through the door. My train was late, I walked as fast as I could. It won’t happen again. However, when I reached the table where my classmates sat, I realized, no one cared. In fact, I was one of the first people there. The point of this anecdote being, I think too much and too deeply about most things.

After sipping a cappuccino with my professor and classmates for about a half an hour, we walked to Glyptotek. With the professor, we viewed three different sculptures:

We stood at each sculpture for about a half an hour. They were absolutely breathtaking, so detailed that I felt they could come alive at any moment. The professor encouraged us to walk around the sculptures, notice the details and view them from different angles. Then, we were asked to think about them.

For once, my tendency to overthink brought about some beauty. For there are magnificent stories sculpted into the marble and the bronze. The statues show a literal image, but the thoughts they provoke reveal deeper truths.

The statues of Adam and Eve showed the lure of free choice and the shame it can provoke. Adam and Eve holding their dead son offered a perspective on the human condition. That is, as my thoughts interpreted it, that the distinctly human ability to consider deeply our actions and the ability to make complex decisions. With this, comes consequences. We must own up to the results of the decisions we make. We must carry them with us as Adam and Eve carried their dead son.

I am more often than not nervous to share the outcomes of my overthinking. For, as in the coffee shop, they tend to be dramatic and overanalyzed. However, my classmates started to speak on the ideas that had formed in their own heads upon viewing the sculptures. The discussion started to flow naturally. I realized that here, with the beautiful and historic city as my classroom, with the amazing program in which I am partaking , thinking deeply is encouraged. During this field study, there were no right answers, only our own interpretations of the stories told in stone.

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