My dismay at this discovery is probably due to previous issues I have had with regard to appreciation and gratitude, but for this discussion it may be more appropriate to consider the fact that almost everybody I know also think that 'ole Lisa is a big painting! It is these small apparent anomalies in my own mind that make me an outspoken critic of my own sanity, but also make me think.
Since a snap survey following the discovery has confirmed that not only my friends, but most people I know used to think that Mona was all but small, at least before I told them of the fact, I have gained more insight in the value of perspective and have gained some perspective to my own concept of value. Now this is where it gets interesting, because in my own head space I obviously had some kind of subconscious link between value and size, ergo the Mona Lisa.
In a totally unrelated epiphany I have also gained some insight to a certain rotund jolly Grey man in red, but that is purely coincidental. Of more relevance is that since then I have started to look a little closer at my world, and with that, my whole world changed.
And it changed only because I changed my focus, adjusted my perspective, and with it discovered a world of appreciation that was there all the time, but went by unnoticed. Little things I found, like the rapture of a gentle breeze on a hot and sweaty day that changed a forgettable memory to a timeless moment of ecstasy. Or the day when I wept in awe of a single drop of dew that was cradled in the tip of a leaf...
All because I changed my perspective.
Even if I got it totally wrong, we can all acknowledge the seductive power of a woman's smile. But then again, don't you sometimes wonder if she's smiling at all?
