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I’m sitting here on the second floor of Rough Point, the gilded age How did people create these masterpieces - these intricate carvmansion that I work in as a tour guide. It is quiet and peaceful, as no ings, weavings, paintings, and ceramics in exquisite and minute deby SUSAN DEAN visitors have made their way upstairs yet. tail without our modern conveniences? Not just the lack of power Built in 1887, Rough Point is filled with works by the masters. From tools and computers and all the assistance we have in this digital my vantage point, I see a Renoir, an Anthony van Dyck, and a Joshua age, but everything that makes life easier, such as electricity, miReynolds. There are paintings by John Hoppner and Thomas Gainsborough gracing crowaves, and washing machines, and all of our modern appliances that we take for the walls of the rooms below me on the first floor. granted. Daily living was much, much harder for these artisans living centuries ago. These artists from the 1600s, 1700s, and 1800s were well-known in their time, and How many productive years did they have without the benefits of modern medicine produced portraits and detailed paintings that we can still appreciate today. I often and health care? wonder what their lives were like and I try to imagine what they might have been What motivated them to spend so much of their precious time creating such detailed thinking as they faced their large blank canvases and getting ready to apply the first and labor-intensive work? Work so well-crafted that it has lasted for centuries beyond strokes of color that would endure for centuries. Did they know that their creations the final knife cut, glazing, paint stroke, and stitch. would be admired by people living two hundred, three hundred, or even four hundred Sitting here and listening to the silence of these masterpieces surrounding me, I’m years in the future? almost sensing the presence of these creative souls - whispers of the artisans and I am surrounded by many other works of art created by unknown artisans and talartists peeking out from behind their works, or strolling invisibly by, admiring their ented craftsmen who lived so long ago. Furniture carved and built in the 1600s, and creations, taking pride in their work. tapestries even older - hand-woven in the 1500s. Porcelains from the Ming Dynasty I’m sensing movement and sound - ghosts of ancient workshops buzzing with activ- seven hundred years old. All are only steps away from where I am sitting. ity, silently speaking a language of their time, now a language of our time - beauty, Everything I can see is crafted with meticulous attention to detail. The furniture pride in a job well done, and an appreciation for creating works of art that can speak is busy with a million shapes and swirls and curves, and even whole scenes of daily to succeeding generations. life carved into the ancient and worn wood. The giant tapestries cover the walls, deI hear voices, laughter, and footsteps approaching. The first visitors of the day are picting scenes of betrothal, a king’s coronation, entire villages and battle scenes - in making their way up to the second floor. I rise up out of my chair as the ghosts recede, breath-taking and mind-boggling detail. People of all ages elaborately dressed and going into hiding again until the next time that I can pause and reflect and have a quiet moving in all directions, surrounded by horses, dogs, birds, and shadows. There is moment in their presence. depth and perspective - trees with a million tiny leaves, some lightly lit as if facing I greet the visitors and begin to tell the stories of the souls who spent their lives an unseen sun, others darkened as if they’ve been blown by an unfelt breeze. Grasses creating beauty. Beauty that began with their minds, hearts, and hands and reaching and flowers swaying - everything in motion as if caught by a camera in a moment of through the ages, now touches our hearts and fills us with awe and wonder. For now, time. Vases and jars fired and glazed seven centuries ago - depicting dragons, lions, I am the voice of these silent souls, who speak through the works that they’ve given horses, birds, flowers, and people - full scenes of action carved and painted to depict to the world. And it is a privilege and an honor to be a part of this timeless sharing. the stories of those ancient times.