An essay based on a painting by Leonardo da Vinci. Madonna Lita
I remember when I first saw her. It was in art history class, we were studying the Renaissance, and we finally got to its highest peak. The teacher took out the reproductions, showed them to us, and told us a story separately for each one. I remember that many people were bored, despite such a fascinating topic of the lesson: “Leonardo da Vinci. The life and work of a genius.”
No, I’m not going to tell you about his most famous painting. I was much more impressed, inspired, and awakened by the Madonna Litta. And it’s not just that I’m an artist who must be inspired by great works. No, it’s about how deep I saw in the picture and how I felt…
I stood before her in the Hermitage. This is a moment I will never forget in my life. My real acquaintance with her lasted only a few minutes, but remained in my heart forever. Illuminated by the light, she holds her child in her arms, and there is nothing more beautiful than this sacred motherhood. I remember coming to a hall filled with people.
There were many more tourists here than in the entire Museum. Everyone was in a hurry, jostling, running up to Her in order to have time to take a picture against her background. And then just as quickly left… no one stayed longer than the click of a flash! None.
And I was standing next to Her, not far from the window, behind the curtain… she stood and wept silently. I have never felt so strongly the greatness and insignificance of our world. Such a silent and vivid contrast between Eternity and what Passes without a trace. What flows past without looking or stopping, and what remains in the centuries.
I wanted to shout at the whole room, so that at least someone would pay attention to what exactly was drawn in the picture. After all, in fact, everyone is only interested in the date of creation, because it’s so cool to take a picture with a picture that is more than 500 years old! And no one tried to feel it, to understand IT, to touch the magic that permeates everything in It.
And I looked at It and felt the light coming from inside. Art should please those who touch it. I know there is an opinion that only through suffering is an artist and Creator born. But the work that he presents to the world must bring joy, peace, and light.
I looked at her and smiled. After all, she was able to awaken in me the ability to see, hear and feel fully. The ability to stop and enjoy a moment of eternity by touching something divine. Ten years have passed, and I still remember how my soul trembled with the rush of feelings. Magic happened between me and the painting.