What a Piece of Work is Man!

When I visited Washington Square Park in New York City sometimes ago, I saw a man propping a box in the middle of the park stone yard. He moved quietly and swiftly without a care from his surrounding. The man climbed up the box that’s been painted grey, acknowledged himself by standing tall, while moving in silent without even showing a smirk on his face. He seemed to know of what he was doing and really serious about it. As soon as he was on top of the box, the man gazed in nowhere particular, absorbing his environment, trying to attract the passersby without uttering any words. On the man’s hands was a circular material that he held on strong, as if it’s a symbol of  sort. Some man who calls himself an artist, works with his hands, sculpting, drawing, painting, playing music ; some uses his words or his feet, dancing to his heart contends. Some does something unique in the name of art, and some merely does it as a livelihood, like the story of the human statue at Washington Square Park in one afternoon.
The Statue Man

“What a piece of work is man! How noble is reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god – the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!”
 
Shakespeare – HAMLET, act 2, section 2
 
 
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