Originally posted by CanadianDream420
What could this possibly reveal?
Originally posted by xynephadyn
I have been considering this for quite some time now. In WW2 all the paintings in the Louvre and other Art Galleries in Europe moved every single painting out of the cities and into the countryside in hidden manor houses, to keep them safe from shelling and the war.
Whats to the say the originals were ever replaced? Or they were, but then theyve been replaced in recent times. With the end times coming, and TPTB planning for it, they are arogant enough to ensure that "their" precious pieces of art survive it. Whats to say that every major piece of artwork on display right now isnt a copy?edit on 12-12-2010 by xynephadyn because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by davespanners
Isn't there also a problem that the Mona Lisa has been restored in the past so the paint on the very surface wouldn't be by De Vinci?
I'm not sure how it works but couldn;t the letters and numbers be from some sort of restoration attempt?
Originally posted by boondock-saint
a real Davinci code
it would be funny as hell to find out
the numbers were the local telephone number
for Dominos Pizza delivery.
or it could be the Long and Lat
coordinates for the discovery of
the Ark of the Covenant.
edit on 12/12/2010 by boondock-saint because: (no reason given)
4.4 DROMART-MAIROT, docteur-ès-lettres: "Le fonds de la Joconde...", 1933:
Page 3: The "ONE and SIMILAR", of Pythagore directs the research of Vinci toward the "unit-duality" principle, generator of all. On one side, unit, equality, concord, sympathy in one absolute; on the other, discrimination, multiplicity, analogies, pictures, identity in the variety, projection of points in the space, generation, of lines and surfaces, shapes and volumes, notions of reports, propositions and harmony... By the ONE and the SIMILAR", Leonard joined the organic and the biologic to the logic of a Creative God ...
Page 58: "The eternal feminine breathes in her as in the landscape the soul of the world: she is the lyre, with varied and sensitive ropes not yet touched by indifferent or clumsy hands... Possessed by the caresses of the brush like an astral flesh, she probably belonged only insofar as his mastery made her his property to give her to immortality... She remains the monument of the sublime duel between matter and mind, let by one the deepest searcher of the mysteries of life, and of the minuscule world each of us carries in himself... "