“Is this the line for the Mona Lisa?” the older woman behind me asked.
Her husband moved up and down the snaking procession of people asking anyone who looked like an official Louvre employee for confirmation.
There we stood. Our eyes alighted upon the gorgeous glass Pyramide du Louvre that is the iconic “You are here” sign for the magnificent museum. It was 8:52 a.m. and the line tripled, then quadrupled. Then, trickled well past the initial security screen and out into the rainy morning.
The sweet couple and I had arrived nearly ten minutes early for our 9 a.m. appointment. We’d done everything in our power to ensure such a meeting took place. We left nothing to chance.
However, I. M. Pei’s architectural wonder could not convince us that we’d not screwed this all up. Paris called. None of us wanted to queue in a line for anything but the treasure we came to see.
It turned out that EVERYONE was in line for a visit with La Joconde. Those of us with advance tickets and reservations for the very first slot of the day trotted right through, up the stairs, up more stairs, and then some more, and one more flight just to make sure.
In half an hour, those stairs would be packed with people waiting, waiting, waiting. Some might wait for three hours for a glimpse at the beauty beyond the doorway. We were chuffed at our brilliant planning skills.
One Minute, s’il vous plâit.
So, I stopped talking and scurried toward the magnificent Galerie Médicis where she stood, glassed-in, amongst some of the most spectacular paintings in the history of art.
Dwarfed by the size and absolute divinity of the 24-panel Marie de’ Medici Cycle painted by Rubens 400 years ago, there she sat. Roped off. Barely visible. Visitors, fifty or so at a time, raced past the ropes.
With that, the stopwatch began.
One minute.
That was all the time I had in her presence.
Time enough to click a selfie, take a picture or two, and then—poof—all the anticipation and work put in to stand even in her vicinity was over.
It was the most magnificent moment of my life.
The Mona Lisa, A Sibyl?
No woman on this Earth is more mysterious and sought-after than the Mona Lisa. From obscurity to utter obsession, the world has latched itself upon this simple portrait. Everyone seems willing to speculate on her identity and nobody really knows who she is.
I spent far more time with her in other places—hours and hours at Clos Lucé and in da Vinci’s gardens at Amboise.
However, that one minute proved one thing to me. This glorious goddess with whom women crave a moment and men desire with the greatest of passion is a vessel for immeasurable power – a revolutionary.
While men wage war on the Earth, she conquers the mind. Her territory, her imperialism, lies within.
And so, Woman On The Wall ponders the fantastical potential of this woman. Oh, how she has inexplicably captured our hearts, as she watches over the world.
Learn more about the Mona Lisa’s role in Woman On The Wall.