The Art of Time Travel


Salvidor Dali's 'The Persistence of Memory' (detail)

Salvidor Dali’s ‘The Persistence of Memory’ (detail)









Traveling back in time to rescue lost art, interact with artists, and be a fly on the wall in the fifteenth-century has been the premise of most of my books starring Leonardo da Vinci, Sandro Botticelli, the two ‘Mona Lisas.’ The fantasy of time travel is the only place to meet them.

When a painting goes AWOL it leaves a gaping hole in an artist’s career and sets up an obsessive lure for treasure hunters. Art collectors program peripheral vision and x-ray vision to scan for sightings and clues.

Paintings have been moved underground for their own safety and been abducted for ransom. War trophies have been confiscated. Paintings and sculptures have been moved like chess pieces, hoarded, coveted, stolen, celebrated, and… lost. Paintings sold to the highest bidders are ferretted away from public access, but the worst offence is art which has been destroyed by accident or sabotage.

Each painting represents an entire species; its demise is an extinction. Hearsay and copies and sometimes hazy photographs can only tempt and frustrate the lovers of art. No wonder I play what-if with time. Naturally, lost art is a mystery to solve but it’s much more. It’s missing DNA in an artist’s life. Burned love letters are a testament to intimate relationships. Time abounds with keys without locks, memories without paper, frames without paintings. And time knows where these things are.

Time knows the whereabouts of the ‘Nike of Samothrace’s’ head, and the ‘Venus de Milo’s’ arms, and the lower panel of Leonardo’s ‘Ginevra de Benci.’ Time knows the colors of the ‘Last Supper,’ and who really posed for the ‘Mona Lisa.’ Time knows what was said while the vanity fires in Florence were stoked with Botticelli’s paintings in 1497, and who spirited his other works to safety, and where Leonardo was buried.

Time has misplaced Leonardo’s and Mozart’s bones, and the love letters of Jane Austen and Dickens, and the psychic conversations between artists and their muses.

But what if paintings absorbed such conversations? What if art recorded events? What if we could send someone or some device back in time to capture the profound beginnings and endings of lost works? What if an android could bring a destroyed work back to the present world?

Once a painting is destroyed it no longer has a physical presence to influence history. Only an ethical time traveler could wind back to its final moments and retrieve it without destroying the timeline in a world that keeps ticking in chronological time.

Cherry White is such an android.

In life, she was Delphi Sharpe, a child savant with the psychic ability to read paintings through touch.

In death, her body was frozen in stasis for fifty years.

In time, history is opened like a pocket watch. After the logistics of molecular time travel is discovered, Delphi’s brain is implanted into a hybrid android, Cherry White, designed to cherry-pick destroyed artifacts of the past.

Cherry White must safely navigate time as well as survive the greed of a crooked art syndicate and deliver payback to the institution that considers her a machine.

But what if Delphi’s death was no accident? There are secrets to unfold and love stories to tell, and great distances to travel as greater discoveries of the origins of art, the artists muse, and the anthropology of the human race is revealed.

What if an UNTIMELY death is a passport to the rebirth of lost art? What if it takes two lives to make one woman? What if two women learn a life unloved is a life unlived?

A savant’s mind, a psychic’s hands, and a child’s lost soul leads to supernatural discoveries about the evolution of emotion. Paintings will speak, the world will regain a few of its priceless art treasures and sometimes time reveals where they have come to rest.

‘Cherry White’ is in post-production and will be published in May, 2015. To be notified of the exact launch date, please join this blog.


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‘Second Lisa’ a trilogy fantasy of the lost life of the ‘Mona Lisa’ lured from her painting in the Louvre by an autistic boy and his mother. Themes of reincarnation and time travel during bouts of lucid dreaming reveal lost loves, missing paintings, and the irony of an anonymous woman being the most famous face in the world.

‘Adoration – loving Botticelli’ is a paranormal romance. A retired art history professor continues a love affair with a figure in a painting, begun when she was an art student, after she revisits the Uffizi gallery on a final pilgrimage to her ghostly lover.

'The Hourglass of Time' by author Veronica Knox

‘The Hourglass of Time’ by author Veronica Knox

For middle-grade readers (age 10-12) with an advanced vocabulary:

‘Twinter – the first portal’ is a time-slip fantasy. Ghosts, time-travel, a dozen terrible secrets, and a curse of snow takes a pair of psychic twins on an adventure in ancient Egypt and into the future where the safety of earth’s ecosystem lies in their hands.


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He’s no oil painting!

Dominican friar, Girolamo Savonarola

Dominican friar, Girolamo Savonarola

If burning books is bad consider this control freak…

Florence, Feb 7-1497

Girolamo Savonarola was the mastermind (I use the term loosely) behind the burning of several of Sandro Botticelli’s paintings, and other works of a pagan theme. Only religious icons were permitted to survive his public ‘Bonfire of the Vanities.’ Fortunately some of Botticelli’s famous works like the ‘Birth of Venus’ and the ‘Primavera’ were painted furniture panels for a private residence in the country too far from the eyes of Savonarola’s personal army of boy spies.

SAVED: The 'Birth of Venus' - Sandro Botticelli

SAVED: The ‘Birth of Venus’ – Sandro Botticelli

Savonarola stirred the Florentines into a holier than art frenzy, and burned books, silk dresses, game boards, mirrors, jewelry, statues, perfumes, cosmetics, wigs, and anything labeled as items celebrating the sins of decadence and vanity.

He was born the same year as Leonardo da Vinci, and martyred in 1498

But the Dominican priest went a fire too far and was arrested as a heretic, and subsequently sacrificed as a martyr on his own pyre.

The execution of Savonarola 1498

The execution of Savonarola 1498

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Victory for Art


The Nike of Samothrace

The Nike of Samothrace

The ‘Nike of Samothrace,’ also known as ‘The Winged Victory of Samothrace’ is a marble sculpture representing the goddess, Nike (Victory)

This Hellenistic statue with its characteristic windblown draperies has been the presiding Queen of the Louvre since its discovery in 1863 on the island of Samothrace.

She is an imposing eight-foot tall iconic figure displayed at the head of the Daru staircase. Her central position symbolically divides the visitors ascending the stairs to the right and left.

Nike on the Daru staircase in the Louvre.

Nike on the Daru staircase in the Louvre.

In my science fiction time-travel novel in progress, ‘Cherry White,’ the Nike represents the victory of humans splitting from their ape ancestors 43,000 years ago to create the first cave paintings at Lascaux, France.

Paleolithic cave painting in Lascaux, France - c. 43,000 B.C.

Paleolithic cave painting in Lascaux, France – c. 43,000 B.C.






If creativity symbolizes the pinnacle of man’s evolution, then the muses of old, charged with guiding the minds of artists, may be the ethereal winged messengers who continue to influence the evolution of the arts.

The statue’s arms are now lost, however, the right hand was recovered along with an earlier relic of a finger, and both are displayed under glass in the Louvre Museum.

If Nike’s head were to be found it would alter forever this enigmatic messenger who sees more and says more without eyes or mouth.











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Boy Friday

Francesco, 'Cecco' Melzi - age 14

Francesco ‘Cecco’ Melzi – age 14

Meet Count Francesco Melzi,

Leonardo’s most important apprentice, secretary, archivist, confidante, guardian bulldog, and the executor of his estate after a friendship of only thirteen years.

Francesco, ‘Cecco,’ made his way to Leonardo’s studio in 1506 at the age of fourteen as an apprentice. He was invaluable, and likely the reason Leonardo was later able to retire in more than concept. Cecco began assisting Leonardo to organize his notes into treatises and document his portfolios in the last years of his life.

The conservation of Leonardo’s collective works was Cecco’s legacy to his master. Without his efforts, Leonardo may have become as invisible as Botticelli until he was ‘discovered’ by the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and the Aesthetic Movement of the romantic poets, and the ‘Mona Lisa’ may have remained a portrait of a housewife hanging on a hook in someone’s spare room. It can happen. One of Leonardo’s lost works (the ‘Salvator Mundi’) took this ignoble journey and was found in 2005. Others remain in hiding. How do I know? I am a writer of historical fantasy and a believer in serendipity over vast periods of time.

The historical facts show the ‘Mona Lisa’ had her moments in the shade. There was a time when she was so shuffled out of fashion, relegated to a government office, completely out of favor. For years she graced Napoleon’s bathroom. She was often displaced from the whims of a wife or personal taste. She was not always a valued asset.

The crime of kidnapping shot her to fame and granted Leonardo a spotlight denied him for centuries. He and Lisa emerged from the shadows, and now it’s Cecco’s turn.

Cecco accompanied Leonardo to the home, Clos Luce, that King Francis I provided for him in Amboise. It was a sister residence near his own palace, the Château d’Amboise in the Loire Valley. The two residences were connected by an underground tunnel.

Clos Luce, Amboise. Leonardo's retirement home

Clos Luce, Amboise. Leonardo’s retirement home

It’s enticing to imagine this is the first journey the ‘Mona Lisa’ took without her creator and protector when she was delivered to the king shortly after May 2, 1519, the day of Leonardo’s death. Cecco would have wrapped her in lambs wool and oiled skins and accompanied her as one of his last promises to his master. If only tunnels and walls and bedposts could talk.

One has to read fiction to see what the tunnel saw and hear the last conversation of master to devotee. Happily for me, I can transform into wallpaper, speak ‘tunnelese’ and translate the forgotten language of bedposts.

‘Second Lisa’ is my first novel to celebrate the ‘Mona Lisa’ and Leonardo, and in my latest ‘Cherry White,’ the story of Leonardo, Cecco, and the ‘Mona Lisa’ take a new turn around the dance floor, when a sentient android is designed to harvest the lost works of the Italian Renaissance’s fifteenth-century.

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Guilty till proven innocent

First-century plaque or well cover embedded into the wall of the church of ‘Santa Maria in Cosmedin,’ in Rome.

First-century plaque or well cover embedded into the wall of the church of ‘Santa Maria in Cosmedin,’ in Rome.

The Buchi Della Verita or ‘the mouths of truth’ were ballot boxes for anonymous accusations during the time of Leonardo da Vinci.

It was one such ‘ballot’ which drove the twenty-four year-old Leonardo into irrecoverable shame that surfaced from time to time all his life. It’s easy to imagine how many jealous apprentices there might have been when a newcomer prodigy entered the scene of a busy art factory such as the one run by Andrea Verrocchio, Leonardo’s first official master teacher. Leonardo became an instant favorite (read most valued assistant) in Verrocchio’s studio, supplanting many older pupils.

The ‘holes of truth’ in Florence were not as glamorous as the one pictured above which is a famous example in Rome. In the fifteenth-century Florentines cast their accusations in plain letter boxes, set throughout the city, nonetheless, they were effective means of causing trouble.

After ten years of stardom, perhaps one demoted competitor was bitter enough to want rid of the special talent that had even upstaged the draftsmanship of their master. So, without names or details, any reputation could be maligned at the drop of a piece of paper.

Leonardo was accused twice, two months apart, of lewd sexual activity linked to a known male prostitute, Jacopo Saltarelli, a young goldsmith apprentice who moonlighted as an artist’s model. Two ballots later, mission accomplished, irrevocable damage done. Fortunately, Leonardo’s father, Ser Piero, estranged as he may have been from Leonardo at this time, was a lawyer protective of his family’s reputation who argued (and or bribed) both charges to be dropped.

Regardless of acquittal, Leonardo chose to leave Florence in the aftermath of speculation, perhaps to avoid the fallout of general disapproval until the scandal died down or until it was replaced with another forthcoming newsflash of front page gossip (read lies).

It’s impossible to wash a psychic stain from one’s professional resume, but in addition to Leonardo’s humiliation, his position as bastard son and sole heir to the da Vinci name, had just been supplanted by Ser Piero’s first legitimate son.

Leonardo left the city, a twice-defeated young man, to take up a commission passed on to him by his master, Verrocchio, likely to cover his own reputation and that of his business, by association.

The truth is, all Italian Renaissance artists depended on the apprenticeship system, and were accepted themselves as young boys on the lookout for a career connected to the business of art. In due course, they took in young lads to teach and act as assistants and servants. Botticelli, it is documented, ‘kept a boy.’ As ominous as that can sound to some, it meant Sandro had inherited the guardianship of his first master, Fra Filippo Lippi’s ten-year-old son, Filippini Lippi.

Scene from ‘Roman Holiday’ with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck

Scene from ‘Roman Holiday’ with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck

Rather than putting one’s hand on a holy book to pledge the truth, it was believed in ancient times that one placed their hand inside a ‘mouth of truth’ where it would be bitten off in the event of a lie.

The whole truth and nothing but the truth concerning an artist who lived five-hundred years ago is impossible to paint in black and white, but given the vast passages of time, the evolution of ethics, and the latest codes of subjective morality, it behoves us to bestow the same golden rule on Leonardo da Vinci – to be treated as we would wish ourselves to be treated, namely, innocent until proven guilty.


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There’s No Place Like Home!

A place like home?

A place like home?

On April 15th 1452, at the 3rd hour of the night, no less. Leonardo’s birth was so recorded by his grandfather. Now that’s precise.

Where he was born is another story. Personally, standing in the landscape where Leonardo played as a child is enough for me. It seems appropriate to celebrate he is everywhere and no… where.

There is a record of the family using the font still existing in the parish church of Santa Croce for his christening. After that … there’s no place like home. Really. No. Place. It is impossible to know the location of the house where Leonardo da Vinci was born.

An honest tourist attraction would have to say: ‘Leonardo was born somewhere near here in a cottage like this one, give or take a few miles, although we wish it was here, we’re pinning him to earth for the sake of tourism.’ A farmhouse unmarked in its time is lost in a network of stone foundations five-hundred years old, maybe longer. Leonardo’s childhood home could have been standing two-hundred years by 1452.

Historical fiction has to jump serious leaps of faith. History never recorded Leonardo’s mother’s full name. She comes down to us as, Caterina. Women, in general, were insignificant. Their names were absorbed (read overwhelmed) by a list of their husbands ‘dynasty’ when they married. But apparently, Caterina had no such dynasty worth recording. Ever. Not even by her son.

Leonardo was probably born in a house in Tuscany, near the village of Vinci, no distinctive than any other. He lived ‘cheek by jowl’ with his mother, stepfather, five step-siblings, three cousins, an uncle and aunt and grandparents. What an obscure census report tells us, is he had a sister named Lisabetta.

What are the odds? Leonardo had a sister named Lisa! And many have observed Leonardo resembles the ‘Mona Lisa,’ as a sister just might.

What if’s began to flutter for me. I wondered … had she been the sitter for the Louvre’s ‘Mona Lisa?’ The most famous woman in the world being a woman whose identity was lost but for one mention in a faded document was too intriguing a storyline, and so I turned her life into a fanciful trilogy.

What if Lisa of the Louvre had a different story to tell? What if she were trapped in her portrait? What if she were to tell a woman and a boy who happened by in the Louvre? What if the three had an extraordinary connection than first met the eye? What if there was a ‘Second Lisa?’

LEONARDO SLEPT HERE! - Clos de Luce, Amboise, France

LEONARDO SLEPT HERE! – Clos de Luce, Amboise, France

However, in the case of the manor house Clos Lucé, we can be sure of the proud declaration, ‘Leonardo slept here!’  

Is it known for sure in which room? No, that can only be a calculated best guess, but we can say ‘Clos Lucé’ (its new name) was his last home and offered the last roof he slept under and was most definitely where he died. Although we cannot say with any certainty within a mile, which patch of soil or marble floor he was buried under.

His gravesite beside the church of St Florentin was desecrated in 1802, and his bones, along with his neighbors, were buried in a mass grave in a corner of the churchyard. Which corner is a wild leap of faith. Which bones, if any, would be impossible to authenticate even with modern forensics. Leonardo died in 1519. His resting place is unknown. Finito.

Tourists seem to need a shrine and to gaze at a plaque saying here he is, so there is one, but in truth, after the upheaval of the revolution, the churchyard where Leonardo was buried, was raked over and robbed of its most famous citizen. So much for fame.

Fragments of a damaged stone marker unearthed from a refuse pile in 1863, is tantalizingly inscribed: DEO (space) DUS ( space) VINC, but sadly, that’s it that’s all. Birth and death leave fragile footprints. It’s the life lived in-between which is worth celebrating.

If you want to follow Leonardo’s footsteps you must traipse the countryside around Vinci and walk the streets of Florence, and the Via Zenale in Milan. The site of his ‘once bequeathed property’ in Milan (scooped by the smarmy little creep, known as the ‘little devil,’ Salai, at Leonardo’s death) is located across from a massive fitness centre.

Reputedly, within a block or two of this site were the aristocratic stables of elite horses Leonardo used to sketch. Ironically, hundreds of years later, that site became the headquarters of an elite car manufacturer.

So, from the stables of the horses Leonardo used to visit, to horsepower, to physical fitness, traces of his original vineyard address is, by my reckoning, an apartment building and a parking lot, as near to destroyed as one can get.

If you need to walk mile in Leonardo’s shoes then you have tall boots to fill, and you will need to hunker down at the university of hard knocks and study whatever is around you, under you, and above you, at all hours of the day and night.

If you need to leave flowers on his grave you may as well plant a tree somewhere that could use one. Nature was his country. Birthplace and tomb are unnecessary for an immortal artist. There is no true marker here lies the great Leonardo, but he embodies the letters R.I.P … RENAISSANCE IN PERPETUITY

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Leonardo’s secret hiding place?

the Santa Maria del Fiore cathedral, Florence

the Santa Maria del Fiore cathedral, Florence

Verrocchio's orb for the Santa Maria del Fiore

Verrocchio’s orb for the Santa Maria del Fiore

The golden orb for the top of Florence’s Duomo, the Santa Maria del Fiore (Saint Mary of the Flowers), was under construction in the studio of Andrea Verrocchio when Leonardo da Vinci arrived there as a twelve-year-old apprentice.


The orb is a hollow ball constructed from bronze and copper plates, eight feet in diameter. It could have been an ideal hideaway for a shy new arrival to use as an escape from the foreign bustle of a working art ‘factory.’ By all accounts, Verrocchio’s studio was a hierarchy of workers ranking from age, experience, and natural talent. A thirteen year-old boy used to the quiet sanctuary of idyllic country freedom may have found the transition to city life, daunting.

The orb was raised into place in 1471, after sitting unfinished for years, when Leonardo was seventeen. He would have lived and worked beside it for almost four years. A painting exists of a ‘Tobias with Three Archangels’ by Biagio d’Antonio Tucci, with the orb’s installation in the distant background. I love such miracles. A five-hundred year-old snapshot of what the artist saw. A frozen day we can actually see.

In my historical fantasy, ‘Second Lisa’ a fictional biography of Lisabetta, Leonardo’s kid sister, I premise the seventeen year-old Leonardo, helped install the orb. He has left notes regarding welding, and sketches of Brunelleschi’s designs for winches and screws, and the hoists and scaffolds that were used to raise the orb to the lantern of the cathedral. Leonardo wrote a memo to himself in one of his manuscripts: Remember the way we soldered the ball of Santa Maria del Fiore.

I find it amazing to gaze 350 feet in the air and imagine the boy Leonardo clambering on a scaffold, welding inside the great ball, dizzy from the toxic fumes of copper and mercury.

The cupola with tourists

The cupola with tourists

Two-hundred and thirty-one years later, after many direct lightning strikes over the years, the copper ball finally succumbed and fell to the ground during a severe electrical storm and had to be replaced.

Verrocchio had a few workers engaged in the installation. Who better than a light and nimble teenager eager for recognition who may have been goaded into volunteering for such a task? Can you see Leonardo up there as close to the sky and his beloved birds as any Florentine was likely to get?


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