I Know Who the Mona Lisa Was

Welcome to Eating Beans of Truth

There are truths so obvious that they go unnoticed. The hardest things to see are often the ones right in front of our eyes.

You won't find opinions here. You won't find entertainment. You won't find the kind of content that is consumed and forgotten.

What you will find are beans.

Each bean is a piece. An observation. A small crack in a wall we have always assumed was solid. On their own they may seem insignificant. Together they form a different picture. A picture that has been in front of us all along.

Most truths are not hidden.

They are exposed in plain sight.

People simply do not look at them long enough.

If you choose to stay, bean by bean, you will arrive at a specific conclusion. Not a theory. Not speculation.

An identity.

The identity of the most famous woman in the history of art.

I'm talking about the Mona Lisa.

The most observed portrait on Earth. The painting that attracts millions of visitors every year. The work before which endless queues form, just to glimpse for a few seconds a smile that has defied explanation for more than five centuries.

Everyone thinks they know who she is.

Everyone repeats the same name.

And yet, there is a problem.

The evidence does not fit together quite as neatly as we have been led to believe.

For centuries, historians, experts, writers and curious minds have debated the same question: who was the woman Leonardo da Vinci chose to immortalise?

The mystery of her identity has become one of the great obsessions of art history.

The first bean is only the beginning.

But please, don't believe me.

Just read and draw your own conclusion.

Because when we reach the end of this journey, when all the pieces are finally on the table, you will discover a possibility that completely changes the way we look at the most famous painting in the world.

And she is not who you expect.