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When Lola Muñoz says that she's 2,500 years old, you can't help but think that she's looking good for her age. Then the Spanish singer points at her sister Lucia: "She is 1,765 ... and I'm sure I was a bird at one time." Yes, there's the confirmation: Lola Muñoz is clearly bonkers. Which is just what her native Spain - and much of the rest of the world - seems to love. Lola, Lucia and their older sister Pilar - all twentysomethings, if you don't count their past lives - are collectively...
...work in privacy, among the most beautiful. "You try to penetrate the canvas or have it penetrate you," she says. In 1955, Newman was 50 and his finances were shaky. He made one vast painting, Uriel, also in the Tate exhibition, whose verticals are balanced by an expanse of bird's egg blue, and then produced nothing for two years. After suffering a heart attack in 1957, he began to work again, starting a series that continued until 1966 and was eventually entitled The Stations of the Cross. The paintings are in black or white on plain canvas, whose natural...
...south-central Afghanistan. Some wear turbans; some do not. A few have long beards; others a few days' growth or none at all. The differences are trivial, though, given what unifies them. This village is their home. And, says Mullah Muramza, a slight, young man gently cradling a small bird in his hands: "Everyone here was with the Taliban...
...south-central Afghanistan. Some wear turbans; some do not. A few have long beards; others a few days' growth or none at all. The differences are trivial, though, given what unifies them. This village is their home. And, says Mullah Muramza, a slight, young man gently cradling a small bird in his hands: "Everyone here was with the Taliban...
VOLCANOES OF ANOTHER COLOR My first glimpse of Keli Mutu was out the plane window. The pilot banked and circled so we could get a bird's-eye view of the strangest and most famous volcano on Flores. It squatted above the surrounding hills like some amorphous ogre, pregnant with menace, glaring up with three vast, unblinking eyes. The colors looked so unnatural that at first I thought I was peering into tailing ponds filled with toxic sludge from a large mining operation. Then the pilot informed us we were looking at the crater lakes of Keli Mutu, or "burning...