So, now you are thinking, what the deuce is this woman talking about? 'Stoned'? Bore? HEAVY STUFF??? Well, quarry (wink, wink) no longer, my friends, today we went to (drum roll, please) CARRARA!!!...
What? No roaring applause? Sigh. Carrara... as in Carrara marble? I can still see the stony looks on your faces. It's ok. I didn't know what the heck it was before, either. Carrara, my friends, is where they quarry some of the best and most expensive white marble in the world. It's the marble that Michelangelo used for his sculptures. (Now you're getting it.)
It was just a little beyond fantastic. I vote it one of the top three field trips we've had thus far. I'm not sure what I've voted as the other two yet, so as far as I am currently concerned, it could very well be the first on that list. It was amazing. First place, it's a Monday. I didn't have to go to drawing... which was nice. Second, Carrara is beautiful. The mountains is literally carved into the shape that they are. The white marble gravel which comes off during the quarry process gleams in the sunlight and looks like snow cascaded down the hillside.
Last week, when they announced the field trip to Carrara, I was unsure whether I wanted to go. As many of you (aka, anyone who's ever ridden with me in a moving vehicle) knows, I get very motion sick very easily. The weekend before last, I had the pleasure of getting sick in front of an entire bus full of my new peers and professors. If anyone of you have ever had that experience, you will know that it isn't the most glamourous experience you will ever have. If you haven't, imagine the sheer horror and humiliation of it. They explained the significance of Carrara, but they certainly did not do it justice. I did not really want to get on a bus at six in the morning to drive to a quarry where I would most likely have to climb some gargantuan mountain to be blinded by a bunch of really old white rock.
Fortunately, as I mentioned before, I did find an interesting mix of travel medication which allowed me not to get sick at all. Unfortunately, the mix that I tried the first time did almost convince me to fall asleep in the middle of a museum. I toned down the medications and was able to sleep off most of it in the three hours that it took to drive to Carrara.
We got to Carrara at nine in the morning. The heavy mist was sliced cleanly by the gray-white precipice of one of the Carrara's mountains. The closer we got, the more magnificent the mountain became before us. It was chiseled and jagged, but it reminded me of a color an Ansel Adams photograph.
So I'm not Ansel Adams, and this was taken in a moving vehicle.
However, I think it's pretty stunning, nonetheless. All that white stuff is marble.
However, I think it's pretty stunning, nonetheless. All that white stuff is marble.
We were allowed to get a quick breakfast (Cappuccino and cold pizza... yum. Actually, it wasn't bad... it wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. Nevermind, I was sleepy and hungry... it was probably terrible.) and then we went to an artists' studio there in Carrara. This studio was interesting. It oddly wasn't all artists working on their own pieces. Apparently, when you get well known enough or if someone needs a piece done, but doesn't usually work in sculpture or with stone carving, they can commission someone else to do the dirty work for them and then come and oversee the final stages of the sculpture. That's right! Weird, huh? I suppose it makes sense. I imagine it is difficult to wield high-powered drilling and chiseling devices and it only takes a concept. It seems sort of like cheating, but I found the process interesting.
The artist makes a miniature plaster model of the sculpture. The workmen then place primary points (several prominent reference points on the highest parts of the model) and secondary points (a bunch more smaller points they can use for measurements) and then either enlarge or sculpt exactly the same size when cutting it into the stone using measurement devices. These measurement devices allow the workmen to know exactly how deep to cut when reproducing the sculpture. When the sculpture gets very close to being done, the management calls in the artist to oversee the finishing stages, such as refining edges and polishing the stone.
You can't really see it in this one, but there are little dots all over the one in the front.
That's the plaster sculpture. The one in the back is marble.
This is a better example. Apparently, this is a very famous artist.
But I haven't yet taken 20th C. art, so I don't remember who it is.
If you know, please enlighten us.
Again, the plaster mold is the one in the front. The marble is the one in the back.
The marble here is from Portugal, not Carrara. Carrara only quarries grades of white and gray marble.
That's the plaster sculpture. The one in the back is marble.
This is a better example. Apparently, this is a very famous artist.
But I haven't yet taken 20th C. art, so I don't remember who it is.
If you know, please enlighten us.
Again, the plaster mold is the one in the front. The marble is the one in the back.
The marble here is from Portugal, not Carrara. Carrara only quarries grades of white and gray marble.
There was another section of the studio where artists were working on their own pieces. Apparently, people come from all over the world to work in these studios in Carrara.
After the studio, we went to a store where some of the professors bought drilling bits and supplies for the classes. Then we went to lunch. I must say, I was happy to eat lunch today. We went to find a street vendor before all the vendors closed and went for siesta. We found a vendor that sold chicken. Mmm chicken. I got a half a chicken. It was delicious. Don't worry, the chicken was small. And I was hungry. We reverted back to our hunter-gatherer instincts and devoured our chicken with carnivorous bliss. There were at least seven of us camped out on the sidewalk eating our chicken halves. My vegetarian roommate happened upon us and was thoroughly disgusted. But, she stated, the chicken wasn't enough to come between her and loving us... or something to that effect.
Then, my friends, we went to a marble mine. They don't only quarry marble in Carrara, they also mine for marble. What's the difference, you ask? A quarry is outside, a mine is inside. We drove 600 hundred meters through a long Indiana Jones-eque tunnel to come to this mine. It was wet and cold down there apparently, the temperature never changes and stays at about 18 degrees Celsius year round. The humidity changes in the summer, but that's about it. It's also very damp in the mine, not only because they use a lot of hydraulics, but because the water seeps down through the ground from the mountain above (400 meters). We were, as the guide described it, in the very center of the mountain. 600 meters from either end of the mountain, 400 meters above us and 400 meters above sea level.
That process is pretty cool, too. They use a flat drilling machine to drill underneath a cut of rock. The drill is shaped like a huge, five meter chainsaw. As it moves, workers wedge pieces of cobblestone under the enormous marble slab to keep it from touching the ground. They then drill above the rock, three feet from the ceiling. This rock in between the slab they wish to remove and the ceiling, they chip out and destroy to become marble dust and gravel useful in industrial projects. Then they drill holes all the way down to the bottom of the marble slab (these marble slabs have to be at least twenty meters high) through which they string a cable with diamond drilling beads. Using a machine, they use this to cut the marble away from the mountain (think of a giant fan belt used for cutting).
Once this is done, they place what is called an iron pillow between the slab and the mountain. It is two sheets of iron welded at the edges. They then fill the iron pillows with water to separate the slab from the mountain. They then let the massive slab drop onto a bed of cobblestone. If it has a fault, the slab cracks. They obviously dislike when this happens, since the mine works on commission and need certain sizes for the customer. But if it cracks, then they divide it up as best they can to usable parts and sell it.
After we finished the tour, we went home. We made it just in time for dinner.
When marble starts out, all it is is a bunch of calcium carbonate. It's a bunch of animal bones and organic matter that has been compacted and squeezed after millions and millions of years to become crystalline. It's a metamorphic rock. It's been put under many millions of years of pressure. I feel like this is a pretty good metaphor for life. We start out as nothing. A lump of organic matter. We have to die in a sense, get pushed and tried under deep pressure for us to change into something that God can use to do something amazing with. It's only then He can start chipping away at all the stone to show the beauty inside. I think that's what my life is about. Just sort of... being shaped into what it will be.