|Dancing Celestial, India, early 12th century, sandstone|
Much later a curator was half way around the world and thought he recognized something in a warehouse. There was a familiarity to the decorative clothing pattern of a bending torso with a raised leg. In fact I was told that there were a few thousand other pieces in that warehouse on that particular day, but there had been this one that stood out. Transportation was arranged, and a reintroduction. The statue that had been straight and straightforward is now contoured over her own body in a complex motion. You can go see her do her dance daily, where before she just hung out.
I imagine that there are old pairings, now forgotten, that if recalled would bend flavors to dance for us in a similar manner. I am sure that if I found one I would try to pause as it was happening, and reflect on it, just as this dancer perhaps admires her own form.