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Leonardo Who?
Leonardo Who?
Leonardo Who?
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Leonardo Who?

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It started with a discarded portrait that looked strangely familiar. Three art loving truth seekers took it down a road to discovery. They discovered an old hermit and his hidden gallery. An investigation revealed more about the mysterious keeper of the gallery. Then they embarked on an odyssey that was beyond their imaginations. Now 'smashed' to the surface, you may read this great art fantasy.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherA. D. Nance
Release dateNov 17, 2013
ISBN9781310913518
Leonardo Who?
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A. D. Nance

Originally from Oklahoma, I now reside on the Carolina coast. I wrote Leonardo Who? in 1993, then revised and published in 2013. In 1997 I was able to write an account of my 6+ years I lived in New York. In April 2014 I published Poems of a Common Man - a collection of poems and song over the decades. In May 2014, part one of an upward looking epic fantasy was published - My Stars and Other Highlights. The writing is complete. The artwork is in progress. Audio version part one is at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FWeQT4z37c I hope to continue walking on beaches with my #1'star' Sally.

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    Leonardo Who? - A. D. Nance

    Leonardo Who?

    By Alan D. Nance

    Published by Alan D. Nance at Smashwords

    Copyright 1993/2013 Alan D. Nance

    CONTENTS

    PART ONE

    Chapter One: The Portrait

    Chapter Two: Road To Discovery

    Chapter Three: The Gallery

    PART TWO

    Chapter Four: The Investigation

    Chapter Five: The Odyssey

    Chapter Six: Final Visions

    Endnotes

    PART ONE

    CHAPTER ONE: THE PORTRAIT

    The bright morning sun had always been an inspiration to him. As he drove along the mountain road and was seeing the unfolding of the Colorado landscape, it was refreshing to him. ‘Who can capture the real essence of this beauty?’, he asked himself thoughtfully. This man is Martin Pennlay, Chief Administrator of the Denver Museum of Fine Arts. He is a respected fine art critic, owing to a few of his own masterpieces and professional critique, naturally. His gray around the ears and thin mustache disclosed a further impression of a man of judgment and good taste. Although Martin wore the high society decorum when necessary, he did not think it was useful except to please the self-centered ‘stratos class’ as he called them. The most important thing about Martin Pennlay is that he knows the art work of Leonardo da Vinci.

    Martin was coasting downhill now, enjoying the view and thinking of what a great way this is to start a vacation. Then he saw a truck enter the highway in front of him. It came from a side road that led up the mountain somewhere. It was moving slowly in a no-passing zone. Suddenly, a few fair-sized rocks rolled off the hill in front of the truck. The truck made an attempt to miss them, but bumped over a couple. The bump shook loose something in the back of the truck. This was when Martin saw the painting. He slowed, moving closer. It was hanging from an old box. But before he could get a better look, it fell off. Pennlay slammed on his brakes and stopped to pick it up. He had stopped the car directly over it. As he got out of the car, he hoped it was worth the trouble. He pulled it out from under the car and was amazed that it was on canvas. This was no print. It was an oil on canvas original. He took a quick look at it and was mesmerized momentarily. Martin Pennlay knew Leonardo da Vinci’s work, and this was it! But, Da Vinci’s self-portrait was done with ink and paper. There was something else different about this one. It suddenly came to him. It was exactly the same except reversed- -as if a mirror image. Martin now recalled that Da Vinci had a way of writing backwards. Also, there were slight brownish tints and the shape of the mouth was in a different expression. Martin had seen all kinds of imitations and fakes, but never like this one. As he was studying the painting and wondering, the real world woke him up rudely. It was the sound of a roaring horn approaching at 60 mph. Martin looked up just in time to see the blur of the semi-trailer truck missing his car by inches. He felt the vibrations as the sound of the horn receded.

    Martin looked down at the painting as he drove down the highway and had amazing thoughts of serendipity. He couldn’t help but ask, ‘Why would I find a treasure like this to me now? It must be a copy, but…could it actually be a DaVinci original?’ He felt an adventurous spirit rising inside him that came from somewhere in his past. He knew he must investigate the source of his discovery. As he came upon the side road where the truck came from, temptation nearly convinced him to take the road. But, instead he marked the spot in his mind and drove on toward Denver.

    Inside the administration office of the museum sat Darrell Cortez reviewing a tour schedule while listening to synthesized Moussorgsky. Darrell was a bright young college grad who had been at the museum for a year and a half. His liberal view toward art and music, plus his straightforward practical approach to criticism helped to balance the atmosphere there. The phone rang and Darrell answered it.

    Marty? What happened? He didn’t pause long enough for the answer.

    I thought you would be halfway to Mt. Evans by now.

    I found something rather odd, Darrell. It’s quite unique and unprecedented in my experience. It’s Leonardo! Martin’s voice came through the phone with all the excitement and glee of a young boy who had just found his long lost doggie.

    You found Leonardo?

    Leonardo da Vinci! came the reply.

    You found Leonardo da Vinci, huh? Marty, you haven’t been. . .

    No, of course not. I mean I inadvertently discovered a real work of art. Darrell, I want you to check the Turin Museum listing for me. Gather all the information on Da Vinci’s self-portrait that we have. I want you to see this, so I’m coming to the museum within an hour. Darrell sounded surprised when he said, Alright, if you want to. You really sound serious.

    This is our Renaissance Room. On this wall we have some of the works of Vincent Van Gogh, and on that wall, Michaelangelo. Over there, Rembrandt, Da Vinci and others.

    Are these the original paintings? a young schoolgirl asked in excited disbelief. The tour guide smiled at her and said, I was just about to tell you that young lady. They may look like originals, but only a few are. The original works are in museums and private collections in Paris and other places in Europe mostly. We have some of the originals of Picasso in the next two rooms back there. Those rooms have works by later artists.As the young student’s tour went on through the museum, the tour guide found that it was not quite as hard to hold their interest as other groups. This was refreshing to him, considering that most young people were interested only in violent games and movies. This tour guide was prepared, though, with little stories and questions to make them think.

    This is the famous Mona Lisa. Why do you think she is smiling like that?

    After a moment, the answers ponderously came forth.

    She’s tired.

    I think she might be shy.

    Maybe her two front teeth are missing and the painter told her to close her mouth.

    I wouldn’t call that a smile…I’d call it a smirk.

    She has a secret.

    She feels sick, but is trying to look good. Each group had a little different answer but this one was a delightful bunch of little art critics. Each one was a jewel that twinkled when light shone on it. Somehow the tour guide felt that there wasn’t enough of that kind of light in that big museum. He wished he had more to show the children to bring out all the beauty of those jewels.

    As Martin Pennlay entered the museum office, he shook his head and winced at seeing it on the first day of his vacation.

    "Well, Darrell, I know it may be rather a surprise

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