The cave with the funny faces

Today on a walk found a little cave, clearly quite recently used by other people.

,It was a nice place to stay for a while, dreaming how it would be like to live in a place like that and how I would arrange my household. Further downhill I heard occasional cars passing by mixed with the sound of a glopping horse shouting out his joy over this beautiful day. Probably in prehistoric times they also heard the horses running in the valley below. Suddenly that time long ago and the now where the cars are driving seemed to get mixed, blending together and even glimpses of the future were present. In that quiet moment of sitting there and simply listening to all those sounds, time did not exist anymore. 

I did look at the rock surfaces the forms, the colours, the texture.

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There were traces of yellow and red ochre usable for paint. You can see why some prehistorians say that the ceiling of the caves were perceived as hanging breasts. And there were faces and eyes looking at you. Some visitors before must have seen that too, they left drawings like these:

I did some drawings in my sketch book of the faces I saw in the rocks and on the rocks:

This cave has no name on the map. I call it: "The cave with the funny faces". Of coarse this inspired by the funny creatures I did see in prehistoric caves and the way human figures are represented here in the area in a bit similar way. Most of them are in " Les Combarelles" but there are some in other places as well. The prehistoric people were not very interested in representing human beings.

I realise that I can only see what I know, seeing is recognising the pattern. But I do have the urge to see something new, to explore the unknown.

Being in the silence of a cave, feels very comfortable for my brain. There is a huge tension dissolving when the sound and noises of the world are filtered by the earth and the rocks. It makes the bones of my skull crack and resettle themselves. Such a relief. It does feel very safe to be there, although I don't like the pitch dark and I don't want to go too far.

When I get out again there is a huge prey bird in the tree close by. They seem to accompany me wherever I go these days.