Picture an uppercase ‘Y’ as the path of creativity. If only things began at the base with increasing speed while and moving upward with alacrity. King Tut represents a veering off to the left on his doomed journey. Almost across the board, patrons declared his tomb to be dark, moody, and cold. On October 30, 1972, a young Oliver Stone called the tomb a “frigid cave carved out with machine-like precision over heartfelt expression," and that was one of the friendlier reviews! But while it may be considered rigid and distant, I see it as aggressive and full of swagger. Because it is my favorite tomb, I have to work harder than ever to not go on and on about every facet and detail and I lose focus on examining the artifacts that enchant so many others. Such as the fireball shaped necklace, for instance. For me, the tomb presents a wonderful visual thrill. There is a collage of rare hieroglyphics of Tut's subjects, looking as cool and collected as ever, toting those clay jars of olive oil and wine. Further inside, the delights continue with the reproduced etchings of King Tut's everyday expenses and financial holdings, which consisted of over 400 jars of dried raisins by my reckoning.
But I'm no expert.