"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
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why these panels aren't famous; they aren't any good." But then I looked at another one,<br />
and I said, "Wow! That's a good one." I looked at the others. "That's good too, so is that<br />
one, but that one's lousy." I had never heard of these panels, but I decided that they were<br />
all good except for two.<br />
I went into a place called the Sala de Raphael the Raphael Room and I<br />
noticed the same phenomenon. I thought to myself, "Raphael is irregular. He doesn't<br />
always succeed. Sometimes he's very good. Sometimes it's just junk."<br />
When I got back to my hotel, I looked at the guidebook. In the part about the<br />
Sistine Chapel: "Below the paintings by Michelangelo there are fourteen panels by<br />
Botticelli, Perugino" all these great artists "and two by Soandso, which are of no<br />
significance." This was a terrific excitement to me, that I also could tell the difference<br />
between a beautiful work of art and one that's not, without being able to define it. As a<br />
scientist you always think you know what you're doing, so you tend to distrust the artist<br />
who says, "It's great," or "It's no good," and then is not able to explain to you why, as<br />
Jerry did with those drawings I took him. But here I was, sunk: I could do it too!<br />
In the Raphael Room the secret turned out to be that only some of the paintings<br />
were made by the great master; the rest were made by students. I had liked the ones by<br />
Raphael. This was a big jab for my selfconfidence in my ability to appreciate art.<br />
Anyway, the guy from the art class and the nifty model came over to my house a<br />
number of times and I tried to draw her and learn from him. After many attempts I finally<br />
drew what I felt was a really nice picture it was a portrait of her head and I got very<br />
excited about this first success.<br />
I had enough confidence to ask an old friend of mine named Steve Demitriades if<br />
his beautiful wife would pose for me, and in return I would give him the portrait. He<br />
laughed. "If she wants to waste her time posing for you, it's all right with me, ha, ha, ha."<br />
I worked very hard on her portrait, and when he saw it, he turned over to my side<br />
completely: "It's just wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Can you get a photographer to make<br />
copies of it? I want to send one to my mother in Greece!" His mother had never seen the<br />
girl he married. That was very exciting to me, to think that I had improved to the point<br />
where someone wanted one of my drawings.<br />
A similar thing happened at a small art exhibit that some guy at Caltech had<br />
arranged, where I contributed two drawings and a painting. He said, "We oughta put a<br />
price on the drawings."<br />
I thought, "That's silly! I'm not trying to sell them."<br />
"It makes the exhibition more interesting. If you don't mind parting with them,<br />
just put a price on."<br />
After the show the guy told me that a girl had bought one of my drawings and<br />
wanted to speak to me to find out more about it.<br />
The drawing was called "The Magnetic Field of the Sun." For this particular<br />
drawing I had borrowed one of those beautiful pictures of the solar prominences taken at<br />
the solar laboratory in Colorado. Because I understood how the sun's magnetic field was<br />
holding up the flames and had, by that time, developed some technique for drawing<br />
magnetic field lines (it was similar to a girl's flowing hair), I wanted to draw something<br />
beautiful that no artist would think to draw: the rather complicated and twisting lines of<br />
the magnetic field, close together here and spreading out there.<br />
I explained all this to her, and showed her the picture that gave me the idea.