Leonardo da Vinci: Renaissance Master by Ann Hood

Leonardo da Vinci: Renaissance Master by Ann Hood

Author:Ann Hood
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-06-16T16:00:00+00:00


Maisie did not want to go up into the hills with Leonardo.

“But he’s Leonardo da Vinci,” Felix said to her in disbelief. How could anyone, even his sister, Maisie, not want to spend every possible minute with the actual Leonardo da Vinci?

“I want to see what Sandro is doing for my mask,” Maisie said.

Even though she realized that Sandro stupidly loved a married woman, and was actually much older than she’d thought (he must be at least twenty, she’d decided), she didn’t care. She had, she realized, a great big crush on the curly-haired, unknown painter. Someone else, like maybe Bitsy Beal or Avery Mason, would have developed a crush on Leonardo, who, with his long eyelashes and dark eyes, was what those girls would call dreamy. But to Maisie, Sandro was cuter and more fun to be around than someone who got all excited about light traveling faster than sound.

“Sandro Botticelli isn’t even that good a painter,” Felix said.

“How do you know? You haven’t seen his work.”

“No one’s ever heard of him,” Felix said.

“Apparently,” Maisie said, defending Sandro, “everyone here has heard of him. He’s apprenticed with some famous monk named Flippy Lippy, or something.”

Felix shook his head. “Flippy Lippy? That does not sound like anyone serious about anything.”

“I don’t know who the guy is, but Sandro said it like he was someone very important,” Maisie said.

“That’s because he’s a braggart!” Felix exclaimed.

“Plus,” Maisie continued, deciding to ignore her brother’s insult, “he’s good friends with these Medici people, and apparently they run the whole city of Florence.”

“Fine,” Felix said. “I give up.”

“Besides,” Maisie said, “we’re going to all go to that palace later for the . . . What did he call it?”

“Berlingaccio, I think,” Felix said. “Whatever that is.”

They were interrupted by the sound of boisterous laughter coming from the artist’s studio where Leonardo had gone to paint.

“That sounds like Sandro,” Maisie said happily, and before Felix could roll his eyes at her she was out the door.

Reluctantly, Felix followed.

Sure enough, Sandro stood leaning against the wall, watching as Leonardo frowned at the giant canvas. In Leonardo’s hand was a clay model of an angel.

“My friend Leonardo here believes the best way to paint something is from a three-dimensional model,” Sandro said, tilting his chin toward the angel.

“That makes sense,” Felix said.

“Do you know how much time he spent making that clay figure instead of painting?” Sandro said, followed by more boisterous laughter. “And do you see those lines drawn on the canvas?”

Felix and Maisie peered at the canvas, following Sandro’s pointing finger.

“Yes,” Maisie said.

“Do you see how my friend Leonardo decided to not follow those lines and is doing his own design there?”

“The landscape needs sunlight!” Leonardo exclaimed. “And shadows! When you go outside, that is what you see.”

“But Andrea del Verrocchio did not draw in these shadows and this sunlight, and you are his apprentice, Leonardo. That means you learn from him, not the other way around.”

“That reminds me,” Leonardo said, wandering away from the canvas.



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