Of Masterpieces and Mysticism

In the Presence of The Last Supper

Traffic was still light on this Friday summer morning in Milan, and after just a few quick turns our taxi came to a stop on lively Corso Magenta.

Questa è la chiesa di Santa Maria delle Grazie? Con Il Cenacolo?” (Is this the Santa Maria delle Grazie church? With The Last Supper?) I asked the driver slowly, trying hard to form a complete and error-free question. Perhaps my Italian wasn’t clear the first time I told him our destination. But here he was, stopped on the street, waiting to collect his Euro and wondering why we were still in the car.

I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting. Perhaps a little more fanfare? A big sign and spotlights? At the very least, I thought there would be a crowd of humanity and jumble of street vendors hawking merchandise printed with reproductions of Leonardo da Vinci’s famous dinner scene.

Instead, what beckoned was a large stone piazza, surprisingly free of tourists and shaded by the soothingly simple red-brick church itself.

And with this unexpectedly peaceful start, I felt a flutter inside. The little tugging of the heart when it senses that something special awaits.


Santa Maria delle Grazie sits elegantly on a busy street, tucked underneath cable car wires and amongst red-roofed buildings of Milan’s Centro Storico. This structure was designed by Donato Bramante, one of the main architects of Saint Peter’s in Rome.

Of Masterpieces

Even though seeing this capolavoro (masterpiece) has long been on my wish list, I didn’t plan to be so moved by it.

Somewhere along the way I had heard that The Last Supper was overrated, no big deal, and even skip-able (gasp!). Maybe it was the remembered let-down of seeing the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, where the throng of weary tourists and our distance from the portrait made seeing it a bit of a disappointment.

The Last Supper instead pulled me in, enveloped me, took up residence in my heart. For the remainder of the day and long after leaving Santa Maria delle Grazie, I carried these emotions with me, and could not stop thinking about the painting’s significance, beauty and power.

It felt a tiny bit like falling in love.


I sensed the presence of something beyond this world. Perhaps it was just being in the same space as something so famous, just as one might feel when spotting a celebrity. Maybe that something I felt was Jesus and his worried disciples, tiny remnants of their spirits encapsulated high up on the wall. Or could it have been Leonardo himself, tucked quietly in the corner, partially delighted, partially astounded at the lasting power of this particular piece?

A Quick History  

The Last Supper, literally translated in Italian as L’Ultima Cena, is referred to  by locals as Il Cenacolo.  It size alone it imposing — 15′ x 30′– and it graces the north wall of the refectory (dining hall) of Santa Maria delle Grazie, which in the 1400s was a monastery of Dominican friars.

Common in many refectories but missing in Santa Maria’s was a last supper scene. In 1495, wanting to ingratiate himself with the friars, Milan’s duke Ludovico Sforza commissioned da Vinci, an artist already in his court, to paint a last supper on the refectory wall.

Last supper scenes more often portrayed the actual dining, a somber depiction of Jesus and his disciples at the table. Wanting a twist on this theme, da Vinci chose a more chaotic moment of that fateful gathering: the seconds immediately following Jesus’ announcement to the disciples that one of them would betray him. Frenzy and panic captured in tempura.

“After he had said this, Jesus was troubled in spirit and testified, ‘Very truly I tell you, one of you is going to betray me.‘ His disciples stared at one another, at a loss to know which of them he meant.”

–Gospel of John 13:21-22 New International Version

Of Mysticism

The powers that be which now safeguard da Vinci’s Last Supper take their role seriously. The former refectory is climate and light controlled, and limited to 25 visitors at any one time. As a result, it is darkish, cool, quiet, peaceful. The room’s color comes entirely from The Last Supper and the mural it faces on the opposite wall. The two paintings are magnificent, brilliant bookends in an otherwise stark rectangle of a room.

Advanced entry tickets are required, and we had scheduled our tour through an outside agency which included a guide well-versed in the history of da Vinci and his Last Supper, much to our delight.

At the scheduled time, our guide led us through the double doors and immediately to the left, to first inspect the Crucifixion fresco by Giovanni Donato da Montorfano, which admittedly, was incredible. But it only received a passing glance from me because I couldn’t help but turn my head innocently to the right for a quick first glimpse of The Last Supper. And instantly, I felt something powerful wash over me. The others in my small group fell away, and I was pulled toward da Vinci’s work, as if by a magnet.

It happened to the others too: Husband, who finds his art on the sports fields rather than in museums, and Daughter, still young at age ten to understand the significance, drifted over with me and we stood together in reverent awe.

The longer I spent in the refectory, the more certain I became that the other-worldly thing which I sensed was Leonardo himself. Despite the fact that after centuries of deterioration and restoration very little of his original strokes are said to remain, I felt him here, in this hushed room.

Leonardo da Vinci

I imagined him tantissimi anni fa (many many years ago), bounding into the refectory — paints, brushes, sketches, beard and hair unkempt and flying — painting a stroke here, making a color correction there, taking countless steps back to reflect on what had been done that day, and what would come next.

Did he break for nourishment and rest here in this very room, stretching his hands, arms, and back from the cramped and focused positions required for intricate brush work? Maybe he paged through his little journal (libretto, always close at hand) at the sketches made of his fellow citizens, searching for inspiration for the disciples faces. Perhaps he allowed himself a few moments of distraction to practice his Latin verb conjugations (as he was known to struggle with his whole life) contained in his libretto as a diversion from the consuming task of creating art.

Recognized for his genius and talents during his lifetime, Leonardo was notorious for leaving important works unfinished, but records show The Last Supper was completed around 1497. And sooner than I wanted, my time in the presence of Leonardo and his incredible work was complete too. I found myself being politely but firmly ushered out of the exit doors, our spots to be filled by the next 25 admirers.

Husband, Daughter and I wandered back into the stone piazza in front of Santa Maria delle Grazie, somewhat dazed by our experience, squinting in the bright light and moving slowly. Both the heat of Milan’s summer sun and the July tourists had by now found the square in front of the church, although our cab, which we needed again, was long gone.

Also in need of a ride were two other Americans from our tour, a couple older than us experiencing The Last Supper for the first time too. We wandered away from the church together, navigating the busy streets behind Santa Maria delle Grazie to be released into the city, on to new adventures in Milan and beyond.

And as we walked, I couldn’t help but notice how contented I felt, and how the world seemed different. Colors and sounds were more vivid, more beautiful. I felt inspired. I felt empowered. I felt the way one feels when love quietly sneaks up.

Have you had a similar experience with a piece of art, architecture or historical artifact? Tell us about it in the comments below!
Unsponsored shout out to Veditalia, the company which we booked our tickets through just days before arriving in Milan. I’m so grateful for the opportunity to see The Last Supper, and for the rich art history details provided by your expertise!
This post first appeared on Prayers and Piazzas.

33 Comments Add yours

  1. I love encountering this sort of antiquity which still lives and breathes despite its age and is so difficult to find. I was right there with you, holding my breath as I imagined you soaking in Leonardo’s presence. I felt it too in small churches into which I would wander to suddenly find myself faced with a Renaissance masterpiece so nonchalantly displayed but vibrant with emotion.

    1. Thank you, friend. Your writings always take me right alongside your travels with you, so to hear you say that means so much to me! I’ve been away from blogging for a while but back in action now and looking forward to getting caught up with everyone! Hope you are well and have some wonderful travels ahead this summer.

  2. I have some paintings…mystery paintings that I have been researching them for 3 years. They have given me nearly the same feeling you described for 3 years! In the beginning they were constantly leading me to the bible. I am not sure how I arrived to your post today but am still researching them and the mystery they hold and was just led to study the Casa Delgia Atellina. Now that I read your post I feel that I am getting super close to getting to the bottom of the mystery! Your feeling is the feeling of being filled with the Holy Spirit…I believe Leonardo had a gift that he was able to materialize in his art but actually would enable the Holy Spirit to rise up in certain people that viewed his art. I pray to visit this place soon!

    1. Agree with you about Leonardo’s gift! I hope you are able to visit this beautiful work of art soon as well, and good luck in solving your art mystery. Sounds intriguing! Thank you so much for being here and for sharing your thoughts. I’m happy to know my post was meaningful to you!

      1. they are divinely intriguing…its like I know I will be sharing them with the world at some point but God hasn’t revealed all I need to know just yet…so I just keep seeking and believing He is reveal and give me the key…anxiously awaiting!! So…since we are chatting (lol)…I would like to have an analysis done on them but I have reached out to hundreds and I guess the timing isn’t right…funny thing is…I am willing to pay for any x-ray, infrared, or spectro analysis but not a single reply from a company who develops these technologies or museums that utilize their devices. Ah Patience!!

  3. Thank you Stacy, for this wonderful written. I think you described what happen to anybody with sensivity seeing a masterpiece and you did it very well. While the same experience of you I had seeing the Mona Lisa… Maybe it was to much confusion around and as you said maybe I felt too much phisical distance from that great masterpiece…
    Hope to write to you soon e.mail!

  4. Margarette Cafagna says:

    I, too, felt that I was in a sacred space, viewing the Last Supper with Al. I wonder what it really looked like before artists started touching up the paint (which started to deteriorate just a few years after it was created on the wall!) And to think that for a while, it was a military stable, full of horses! It’s a miracle that we can see it today!

    1. It certainly has been through so much, perhaps that’s one of the reasons why seeing it is so special. Thank you for being here, Aunt Beth! xo

  5. diana says:

    I see you made it! So glad you did! It is moving piece. I was lucky to have seen it the first time, more than 20 years ago. Just strolled on in with no reservation. Those were the days. anyway…..reservation or no….for sure something to see if you have the opportunity.

    1. We did make it! Tickets came available just days before we left the states. We were so thankful. Hope you are well. 🙂

  6. This post was amazing and as soon as I started reading your words I had tears in my eyes. Thank you for sharing your deeply personal experience and seeing this masterpiece and encouraging me to go. I will try my best on this next trip to Italy. Thank you so much, Andrea

    1. Thank you, Margie! ♡ It was nice to connect today. 🙂

  7. I am so impressed by your spiritual sensitivity to art.

    1. Thank you, what I nice thing to say. The whole experience and my reaction really took my by surprise. Hope you are well and safe, Italy has really been on my heart these last weeks.

      1. We are fine, we came back to England just before the earthquake and our neighbours say our house looks ok. But our concerns are trivial compared to those of the bereaved and homeless.

  8. jtaylor395 says:

    Hi, I never realised this was in Milan, always assumed it was somewhere in Rome, beautiful description of what it felt like to see it, hopefully one day I will get there too! Jenny

    1. I hope you get there too! I was just thinking of you and your blog yesterday, looking forward to reading your post! tante belle cose….

  9. Max510 says:

    Ciao !
    Già che eri in zona, dovevi visitare anche La Casa degli Atellani e la Vigna di Leonardo !

  10. saragoli says:

    Lovely post, it’s definitely been on my Milano bucket list for a while. This might be the spur I need to book some tickets, thanks 🙂

    1. Thank you, I’m thrilled to hear that! I hope you get there soon! Tante belle cose…

  11. I was deeply moved the first time I saw La Pieta di Michelangelo. It wasn’t under glass when I was 11! also …. the Rosetta Stone. I have been to Milano so many times, but have been sfortunata with La Cenacola! Sciopero…..Lunedi chiuso…..sotto restauro…..there is always some reason I miss it! I was in Milano 4 weeks ago, but it was mostly to take my Mamma to visit her sister in a care facility. La Cenacola would have cheered me up, but Mamma wasn’t into it. Uffa. Here’s to next time! Ciao, Cristina

    1. Oh good reminder, I loved seeing the Rosetta Stone too! I hope next time for sure you get to see The Last Supper.

  12. Sharon L. Cafagna says:

    Im sitting on my patio this beautiful, peaceful morning, having a cup of coffee, reading your story about “The Last Supper”. Once again ,your writing put me there. Beautiful. Love you, AND keep writing😚

    1. Aw, thanks so much, Mom. 🙂

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