A delight in useless beauty is part of what makes us human. Walking down a street in Mannheim yesterday, I noticed this inscription above the entrance to a swimming pool. Could any script better evoke the ripple of water or the fluid motion of the crawl? It makes you want to go inside just to imitate it. Regular marvels exist, in all their paradoxical wonderful ordinariness, because people always find ways of expressing their character and values through art, even if it’s just a functional sign.
I was in Mannheim to speak about community theatre: you can hear more about that by following this link to the Parliament of Dreams blog.