The Last Supper

I live on a big, big wall in a sunny city. I am not a window, and I am not a door. I am made of beautiful, soft colors. I show a long, long table where thirteen friends are sharing a special meal together. Their eyes are wide open and they are all talking. I am a very famous painting. My name is The Last Supper, and I love to share my story with you. I am like a giant storybook page that never turns. I stay here to show everyone this important moment.

My friend Leonardo da Vinci painted me. He was a very kind man with a big, wonderful imagination. He painted me a long, long, long time ago, starting in the year 1495. Leonardo did not use paper for me. No. He took his soft brushes and his pretty paints and put me right onto the wall. Swish, swoosh went his brush. He wanted me to stay there forever and ever. He wanted to show a very important moment from a story. It was a moment when one friend shared a big secret, and all the other friends listened with surprised faces and loving hearts.

For many, many years, people have come from all over the world just to say hello to me. They stand very still and look at all the friends at my long table. They see faces that are surprised, faces that are listening, and faces that are full of love. I am very old now, so my colors are soft and gentle like a whisper. But I still tell my story. I remind everyone that sharing special moments with friends is the best thing in the world. A painting can hold a story and a feeling for you to see, forever and ever.