The Same Hand — Chauvet, a Phone, and What Hasn't Changed
First, the torch. It burns pine, it smokes, and it never holds still, so the wall never holds still either. The chamber is deep in a limestone cliff above the Ardèche gorge, in the south of France, and the wall bulges and folds like a hide. On it, in charcoal, a pride of lions moves from left to right. Their heads overlap, one behind another, as if the same animal had been caught at several points of a turn. Nearby a horse has too many legs. A bison has eight. …