The Thing I Saw the Most

Mona Lisa, the lady with a mysterious smile. Her smile is truly intriguing, but it looks only like a simple smile. I may not know, but my instincts tell me that her smile is a way to hide something, something painful perhaps? Something on how gracious her smile, yet no humor nor laughter, her eyes remained neutral. It appears that she is to laugh but held it, and how her lips curved is different in typical portrait smiles. She somehow resembles an unpredictable mask, with no telling what her true feelings were. She observes grace and poise, her smile deceives many. She has many shades of emotion or feeling expressed in a single smile. For me, I feel her pain most, striking my heart; telling me, “A smile is the best thing to hide the pain.” I may not be a experienced critic, but I rely most on empathy towards the painting. I may not ask her directly but her smile tells it all. She looks like a lady smiling even though the pain is agonizing. Her gesture shows peacefulness yet I feel discomfort for her, like something’s bothering her. Even though I tell these remarks towards this marvelous painting, it is all based on my opinion.