Abrigo do Lagar Velho
39°45′19.41″N 8°44′6.92″W
Leiria District
Lapedo Valley, Portugal
▲ 84m

An active archaeological site and Paleolithic rock shelter visited by humans for over a thousand generations encodes secrets of humankind.

Near the western edge of the Iberian Peninsula, a long day's walk from the Atlantic Coast, amidst rolling hills and homes, a small valley carved in limestone collects the memories of a thousand generations.

Here, hidden away in the Leiria District of Portugal, in a valley called Lapedo, is a unique rock shelter: Abrigo do Lagar Velho.

Limestone cliffs
Cidalia digging

Millions of years ago an ancient river ebbed and flowed over eons, sculpting in limestone a protected and fertile valley where plants could grow, attracting animals and humans desiring both.

Here, at a small plot of ground not much bigger than a living room, for tens of thousands of years, people of all sorts have taken turns living. working... cooking... sharing... learning... grieving...

We know this by the things they left behind. By things we have found, interred in Earth, their most beloved.

In 1998, while surveying the region, a group of researchers made the valley's first discovery...

A tiny bone. Barely visible. Tucked low within the vaulted limestone walls.

The initial discovery quickly led to more revelations...

An ancient bone. A child's. Nearly a full skeleton. A ritual burial.

Excavation 1
Excavation 2
Excavation 3
Bones on black table

As the archaeologists’ work at Abrigo do Lagar Velho continued, news coming from the site would startle the world, challenging prevailing orthodoxy about the very nature of human evolution.

As work advanced through December 1998 into the new year, it became clear that the shelter contained one of the most significant archaeological findings of the past century...

...the 29,000-year-old Paleolithic remains of a ceremoniously buried four-year old child, known colloquially as the "Lapedo Child."

As work progressed from the field into the lab, the bones shared a deeper secret. Upon analysis, the child's skeleton revealed a combination of morphological traits—the child traced a kinship to both modern humans and Neanderthals.

Before genomic testing existed, the child’s mosaic-like features called into question the widely accepted theory that Neanderthals and modern humans could not have successfully interbred. This concept, now confirmed by genomic testing, underscores the complex cultural and biological processes involved in the emergence of modern humankind.

But as the scientific controversies have quieted, another simple yet profound story has emerged at Abrigo do Lagar Velho...

Child in arms
Rock wall shadow
Pendant Profile
Aerial Child
Leg Bones

Here, thousands of years ago, a child was buried.

Old bones and vast expanses of time can dull our connection of ancient kin, obscuring facts as foundational as their personhood, their singular identities. Their dreaming lives as sensual beings, people charged with burying a loved one.

Imagine the child, alive.
Her hand, holding yours.

In this grasp exists a connection beyond touch. Coursing through her hand is an unbroken continuum arcing toward your grandmothers and grandfathers and their mothers and fathers before.

How might the child have died? Was he being returned to his birth place? Who else might have traveled to witness the burial? To help? Console?

Why this place? Was it simply chance? Or did sunrays tell them, the rock shelter’s wall lit by a golden cast of light, saying, “here”?

The carbon-coal discovered under the child: was it evidence of fire used to thaw the Ice-Aged Earth to begin burial? Or something else? Something symbolic of tree, flame, ash, transformation?

Did she have a birthday? A sister, a brother? A twin?

And what of the afterlife? Not only in the supernatural sense—but of life continuining on, yet recast in the shadow of grief. Of time restarting in the wake of a loved-one passing.

The story we have at Lagar Velho lives most tangibly within what we found—the child—but our empathy might resonate most strongly with those who are not there. Those who buried her. Her surviving kin: a brother, sisters, a mother, father, friends, perhaps.

The few clues we have create a fertile space for our imaginations to rush in. A feedback loop of generative uncertainty colors each ceremonial gesture. Just as we seek clarity and meaning within these ancient acts, so too did those performing them 30 thousand years ago.

An animal shroud laced with red pigment, a necklace of shells. A headdress of animal teeth. A young rabbit. Each a talismanic offering cast into a blackness of grief toward the light of meaning.

Since the discovery of the child—now a National Treasure of Portugal—Abrigo do Lagar Velho remains a protected and active archaeological site.

Over decades, the site has yielded thousands of artifacts that together tell a story of Paleolithic life.

The site, since it began excavation in 1998, now has several important zones:

And just as ancient people returned here season after season, archaeologists continue the chain...

Seen through a poetic lens, the act of recovery and the deliberate slowness of seeing deeply into time makes these archaeologists caretakers of the ground’s mysteries. Uncovering, preserving, measuring, cataloging, and remembering: theirs is a care practice of Earth and the secrets hidden within.

Terms like "love" in their intense subjectivity have difficulty holding space within many scientific communities. But as moderns, it might be our mistake to imagine that the child and the people who buried her were much different from us. That love, producing unshakable emotional bonds, would also be a fundational ingredient for communities to cohere, thrive and progress.

Their dreams, longings, fears, sadnesses, and pleasures, arrive from the same internal wellspring. Biologically speaking, they were us.

In asking questions of nearly imperceptible contours of bone; tracing forensic clues locked in ancient pollen; probing meanings locked within the delicate carvings of animal teeth; in wondering about our past selves, we unwittingly uncover who we are.

Abrigo do Lagar Velho preserves this idea, encapsulating it as a message: a reminder in bones and pendants and pigment of connection to each other across time, customs, language, and space.

Abrigo do Lagar Velho

39°45′19.41″N 8°44′6.92″W
Twelve Earths c. 2017-2029

Announcement Materials

With Support From

Museu de Leiria
The Abrigo do Lagar Velho Interpretation Centre
Virginia Commonwealth University

With Very Special Thanks To

Ana Cristina Araújo
Vânia Carvalho
Ana Maria Costa

With Extended Gratitude

João Zilhão
Cidalia Duarte
Francisco Almeida

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Michael Jones McKean

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Michael Jones McKean

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