A long-lost painting uncovered. Morning spills light on canvas.
An undisputed masterpiece! It\'s brilliance is astounding!
No novice could have painted this. Look how the light is portrayed.
Yet no signature marks the corner. It\'s just Beautiful- It glows!
No history reveals its origin. Each brushstroke catches life..
One scholar dates the canvas, Swallows arc in soaring flight.
Testing linen, varnish, pigments. Spider\'s silk catches mist drops.
\"The hand is obvious,\" Salmon are caught leaping in air.
\"Late Renaissance - 17th century.\" The forest is lush green leaves.
Another studies brushstrokes, Look a bee is there in a flower.
Form of shadows, balance of light. Every color dab breathes harmony.
\"Impossible,\" she smiles. It balances and captures motion.
\"Those techniques much later. Life is portrayed as truly alive!
Early 18th, maybe Baroque?\" Showing its complexity and form.
A third simply admires the piece, The colors swirls and intertwine.
watching the color breathe. The depth is captured so well.
\"You are both mistaken,\" he says. It\'s so wonderful and beautiful.
\"The true master lies elsewhere. Can I take it home?
Trust me. Believe me. I know.\" Who cares who the artist could be?
The arguments grow louder. Signatures are so crude and ugly.
All agreed a true masterpiece! The wonder fills the entire frame.
None agreed who the master was. Its brilliance is astounding.
The wonder of a masterpiece is enough - the need to know or not know
the Artist, takes admirers on different paths
that both begin and end, with wonderment.