Leonardo da Vinci’s Life, by Leonardo da Vinci

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Leonardo da Vinci’s Life, by Leonardo da Vinci My life started out decent. Born April 15, 1452, it was not an easy time growing up. When my mother and father split, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but it worked out alright. Having 17 half brothers and sisters was a slight struggle, however, trying to remember all of their names. Gaining basic knowledge of the world was my ambition; living better than my parents was my motive. That’s how it began. My career started when I was just 14 years old, painting as an apprentice. I loved painting, and though I had other work to do, it was never out of my life. When my chores were done, I was off to paint. When I had any free time, I was always painting as a child, and thinking of new ideas to bring to the world. Eventually I was even better than my master, and because of this, he retired completely from painting, to find work elsewhere. I never understood where my talent came from; neither one of my parents painted, or thought of new inventions. Also, I never cared where it came from. All I knew was I had to make the most of it, and to put it to good use. I had many ideas over my life. The ones I liked the best were the helicopter, the bridge, the submarine and the self propelled car that I designed. My ideas were not taken seriously over my life however, so they were nothing more than sketches in my notebook. Speaking of my notebook… I wrote backwards in it because I did not want people stealing my ideas. Being left handed helped tremendously in that, because it made it to where the ink would not smear all over the page, as it did when I wrote normally. Anyways, back to my inventions. In my sketch book, there were over ten thousand sketches of paintings, people, and inventions tha... ... middle of paper ... ... for that matter. The other major painting I completed in my life was the Last Supper. I loved working on that mural, though the work did get long and tiresome at some points. The painting was completed in 1498, though I started it in 1495. The huge painting was done using a new style of painting, which I can’t describe, for it is my own original style. It is big though, being 15’ by 29’; it’s one of the biggest in the world. Those were good times, working for Ludovico Sforza, the Duke of Milan. The reason I wrote this autobiography is I am feeling sick lately. I believe I have led a good long life, and I have defiantly enjoyed it. Being a vegan has helped me tremendously in that aspect, in my opinion. The son of two common people, becoming an acclaimed inventor and painter, is a real achievement for me, and I can’t say how much I think about that, every day.

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