My Most-Liked Photo
Last summer, I was into painting.
I still am, but not as much as I was in the last two months. My real life has taken over once again.
The summer of 2015 was a fluke. Life came to a halt. I was on a waiting mode—waiting for classes to begin, for my manuscripts to come back from my editor, for my new books to be launched, and coincidentally, I purposely freed up my schedule so I could spend all my time with my grandson, Adrian, who was scheduled to come home for a visit from the US.
Painting was timely grace to keep my adrenaline pumping or I’d go insane.
I’ll never be a Leonardo da Vinci, I thought, but dreams are free, so I might as well splurge!
One of the art museums to where Tony and I took our Adrian was interactive. The many interesting art pieces are what photography buffs might call “to die for.” But Adrian took my camera and was all over the place, making us pose here and there, and clicking away. “Don’t move, Amah!”
Among all the shots he took of me and Tony, my most-liked photo, which I am sure defines me, is this:
Mona Lisa, the most recognized, most written about, most sung about, most talked about, most parodied painting in the world, never fails!
Everything, however, is wrong about the photo. The real Mona Lisa painting is much smaller at only 30 inches x 21 inches. Still, when I saw it at the Musée du Louvre in Paris sometime ago, it took my breath away. Alas, it was cordoned off from fans and gawkers.
But Adrian’s shot of a Mona Lisa rip-off and me, makes my dream come true. I need not grow up to be a Leonardo da Vinci!
Here's the real deal, though—how the painting actually looks. It comes with a matching blooper stinger—toink.