Da Vincible
Shesmilingbutshecryinginside
A bit about me...
Mom? Dad? 2014’s history students? I have to be honest now. I don’t want to be an artist.
I know, I know, you always said that I was so good at art and I was never going to amount to anything if I didn’t study art and anything other than art was just a pipe dream, but I’m tired of your expectations. I never wanted you to pay for private tutoring in sculpting or anything like that at Verrocchio’s workshop. You know what? Before he had to settle down and get a “real job” as a painter, Verrocchio had dreams too. He didn’t want to be a slave to some Medici, doing the 9 to 5 staring at an easel just because his patron told him to. He was like me, once, but I don’t want to end up like him. Thanks for getting me the lessons, though. Because of Verrocchio, I’m going to chase my dreams whether you like it or not.
I’m not an artist. I’m a scientist.
I know what you’re going to say. “You’ll never become a famous scientist! You’re not good enough,” you’ll say, and maybe I’m not! But I’m going to try anyway. I’m going to try mathematics, I’m going to try medicine, I’m going to try botany, and I’m going to try architecture and engineering. Oh yes, even engineering. Does the thought of me being a lowly engineer hurt you, inventing parachutes and robots? Such beautiful works of science? There’s so much to do and try and even fail, maybe.
Yeah, maybe I’ll fail. Maybe I’ll come back to Florence in a year because chemistry blew up in my face, or there was no life for me in biology. Maybe I’ll give up and just find some patron like the king of France. But if I try and try and I still end up being the artist you wanted me to be, I’ll do it my way. They’ll remember me because I did my art the scientific way. The science of painting. After all, there’s science in everything.
Leonardo “angst angst angst angst” da Vinci