Da Vinci’s art the Mona Lisa & The Last Supper,
subjects of mega conspiracy theories include the portrait of her
Kept anatomical sketches, lists of lexicon & syntax in a notebook
The Codex Trivulzianus is a manuscript worth a look
I'm lost in there
battered between form and function
existing in the guesswork
institutionalised by containment
figured out on the block
measured by what takes up space
every layer perfectly in place
to provide freedom to conform
I merge and merge again
despite being part of no plan
unstoppable in my inexplicable existence
tip out my untapped potential
lay me on the table
busy yourself with dissection
broken up into components
I can do no more
cannot be put back together
an empty head
with no view of itself
an offered up cadaver
any day of the week
more than a Renaissance man, polymath personified
no boundaries, no demarcations - holistic view of arts and sciences
artist, musician, cartographer, engineer, anatomist and more
"I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have." ~ last words of Leonardo da Vinci
Dear Leonardo, one so easily admired,
countless souls you have inspired.
It's been five hundred years, and yet,
the world, it seems, cannot forget.
So striking, your last words of regret.
How, then, can this be?
You make us question. It is your style.
What makes the Mona Lisa smile?
She gazed at you with all her heart,
bemused at the genius, set apart,
and became the world's most famous art,
and so maybe I can see:
I do not think it's false modesty,
but another puzzle key
to the meaning of your quote,
as history you rewrote,
God's divine purpose to devote,
you didn't optimize your gift.
While I don't know God's thinking,
I expect He's unoffended and unblinking.
You needn't brood or smolder.
From your illustrious shoulders -
go ahead, remove that boulder.
Give your heart a lift.
I would expect He had a plan,
using you the best way He can.
'Once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth
with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been
and there you will always long to return,'
wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519).
In school I did learn
the plane truth,
and for your information,
it's a collection of spare parts
flying in close formation.
And was it not Icarus in his day
who, in so many words,
was first heard to say,
"Flying is for the birds!"
There’s a story untold,
A mystery to unfold.
Even in her unfinished state,
Her beauty will forever captivate.
Da Vinci’s hand has started the task,
Her delicate face, unable to mask.
His brush has brought her to life,
Serene and peaceful devoid of strife.
So let her hair fly in the breeze,
Disheveled, it falls softly with ease.
Is she waiting for a lost love to return?
The unfinished painting seems to yearn.
Is it a pleasant thought hidden in her gaze?
Is her head tilted reminiscing about his ways?
A sadness or an eternal glimmer of hope,
Her delicate demeanor offers some scope.
Perhaps it is the mystery that will remain,
That gives her beauty an everlasting reign.
Her lips reflect a secret buried deep,
A story Da Vinci offers our imagination to keep.
The inscrutable enigma will never be revealed,
For the final strokes that were never wield.
DRAWINGISTA da vinci michelangelo
the
triumphal
arch
expressing
simp!icity
ready-to-hand
graphite
encased
pen
ink
chalk
charcoal
shaded
& crosshatched
imparted
by
tender
touch
SFUMISTA
Evaporating
mist clears
dark
to light
imperceptibly
blended
en relief
in
soft contouds
ephemereal
aswww
smoke
When all the poetic themes have been written
and all the images created
with all their shades and shadowed renderings
Would a vision sustain beauty in our souls?
Where the universe in the mind
becomes aware of our thoughts
when a naturally painted picture is seen
filled with wisps of elegant light
drifting through pliable limbs
to form silhouettes without movement
And yet, cascades to the eyes of an artist
whose imagination sees in three dimensions
When the beauty of light
is painted on a canvas of leaves and limbs
bending in the wind like a heartfelt glimpse of tranquility
that penetrates the soul
as it surrenders to Nature's painting
More perfect in its inspiration than a Da Vinci
If she does not look pretty you can forget your pay
Leonardo watched the patron keenly that day
She had better not look corpulent, make her look thin.
da Vinci knew now what a pickle he was in.
I like to think of Leonardo da Vinci
Staring at his unfinished painting
visualizing butterflies for they represent transformation
depicting her as disheveled, thus more human
it was bold of da Vinci to select a woman as his subject
suggesting there is more to femininity than most men realize
what would he have added if he had finished?
would it be the same or better? It is fun to ponde
I always wonder
As my eyes wander
Towards the sky
At the clouds up high
Such an amazing view
As if just painted by hue
Such great wonders
Mixed with different colours
Freshly painted
Like Da Vinci once created
Such a scenic view to see
As if you are finally free
From the captivity
Living a carefree life of liberty
Backward writing an art of Leonardo
many wonder why this was so
He wrote with his left hand
thus keeping ink off his fingers,you understand
The master artist polymath Leonardo
the self-portrait to him,a no-no
The search goes on for us to see
& fame awaits the finder of his selfie
Italian polymath and engineer
da Vinci’s mind power extremely clear
His Mona Lisa and The Last Supper
are famous as Leaning Tower of Pisa
Inventions of helicopter and parachute
Mastery of ologies we cannot dispute
He was a painter, sculptor and mathematician
The epitome of the Renaissance Man.
His IQ may be the highest ever seen in this world
His inventions, and creations amazingly unfurled.
Although he has been gone for five hundred years
He was fully actualized during his ninety years.
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