Throughout my Michelangelo seminar this past semester, I noticed even art historians like a good game of “Whodunit?” With a 500 year chasm between the modern world and Michelangelo’s Renaissance, most everything has already been observed, written, and shouted from the rooftops.
Chances are, if you have an interesting thought about this iconic artist, it’s been said before, and published in some swanky art journal to boot. With images of Michelangelo’s masterpieces reprinted and mass-produced across the globe, can anything new and innovative possibly be observed?
Well, many folks have credited themselves with “discovering” authentic Michelangelo pieces, which have never before been beheld by our 21st century retinas. Some are more serious than others.
One goofball was pretty sure he’d found a hammer of Michelangelo’s. His evidence? The tool had an “M” inscribed in it! A more intriguing claim is one of a Columbia professor who suspects the “Laocoon”—that famous classical sculpture currently housed at the Vatican—is actually of Michelangelo’s magical hand. She posits that Michelangelo secretly buried the piece and then helped dig it up. Kind of a flashy archeological dig, don’t ya’ think?
The Italian authorities have received a lot of notoriety lately for heralding the detection of a somewhat dinky 16 centimeter wooden sculpture of Christ, now housed behind glass and fortified by non-smirking Italian guards (Everyone knows those well-dressed sentries who police the Sistine Chapel could be a bit more jolly). In fact, newfound “Mikes” have been, on average, discovered every two or three years for the past century.
My favorite discovery is “The Lost Pieta”—a painting that was found sleeping behind a family couch in Buffalo, New York. Apparently the work was passed through this American family for years and years but was relegated behind the sofa when the kids got a little too raucous with an indoor tennis game.
Finding Mike crouched behind the family furniture brings a whole new world to the game of hide-and-seek. I wish Michelangelo was my childhood playmate! I checked in the corners of my own Connecticut closets when I got home, just to be sure some long-lost craft project we had stored away wasn’t robbing us of a few hundred million or anything…