Another day in Paris. Specifically, the Louvre Museum. Families big and small come to the museum to view its masterpieces. Especially the Mona Lisa.
“Did you know that the Mona Lisa took four years to be painted?” said a father to his eight-year-old daughter.
“That’s a long time, isn’t it daddy?” asked the girl, staring at the painting in awe.
“It is. Well, Leonardo da Vinci was a hardworking and dedicated man.” he said, looking at the picture, thinking deeply, taking his daughter to the next masterpiece.
She looked so happy.
“Is it just me, but she looks so weird when you stare at her hard?” said a fifteen-year-old to her eighteen-year-old sister.
He is one rude kid.
“Well, then don’t stare at her hard dumbo” scoffed his sister, rolling her eyes.
Way to go!
“No, but observe carefully, it looks as though she is crying, or going through something, but amidst that, she is still smiling; something like ‘smiling in pain’?” he asked her.
His sister thought about it, clueless as to what he was saying.
“How do you see it? I can see a woman smiling, as though she is remembering something happy, like maybe her kids” said the girl, eyeing her brother.
“You are seriously weird.” said the boy, walking away from her.
“What, being weird is cool!” she said, running behind him.
Well, that was something!
A couple walked past the painting, eyeing her carefully.
“It’s true when they say that she is a masterpiece.” said the woman, looking at the painting with exhilaration.
She is so pretty!
“What do you see in her?” asked the husband.
“I see a story.” she said.
“What is it?” he asked, folding his arms. The woman thought for some time. Then she spoke.
“I see a woman, who wanted to be painted, to be expressed in a form of art; she seemed happy about it. I feel that she was a woman who wanted to be hidden under the curtains of mystery - to not be deciphered by Da Vinci or in this case, us.” she finished.
Wow, that was very true!
“That is deep,” her husband chuckled. She just shrugged her shoulders.
“What do you think?” she asked him.
“I somehow agree with what you say; this painting is so real, that I feel that Mona Lisa never died, she just remained embedded in the painting.”
“So you’re saying that she is not dead, but alive?” giggled his wife.
“I guess. Just imagine every person has a different perspective, a different outlook to her: some of us may see her as a happy woman, some as sad, some as angry or even tired. What changes is the perspective of how you see it.” he completed.
“Well then, what do you see her do?” she asked, rocking back and forth on her feet.
“I feel her expressions change when you change your perspective of looking at her, or maybe because she hears all our comments? You never know” he shrugged his shoulders.
Had my smile grown bigger?
thought the lady in the painting, shocked...
Author: Mahira Pathania
Editor: Chinmai Gokule