Just finished watching this 5 - episode length of "The Life of Leonardo Da Vinci," who was an Italian Renaissance polymath: painter, sculptor, architect, musician, mathematician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, geologist, cartographer, botanist, and writer.

I could not help but succumbed to a feeling of painful dejection… seeing the fact that, in spite of their genius achievements many true artists like the master Leonardo, have experienced a gaping melancholia… mysteriously and seemingly lurking around them…There's that lonely feeling of sadness that perhaps only a few would really recognize… and so disappointing that in reality there is none at all.

Leonardo Da Vinci was among a few artists who would devote his time and mind for the greater purpose of serving humanity… however, was also often misunderstood… but why? Is it envy or vain conceit? I think it's not worth the telling… or maybe, people just always fail to investigate the reason behind and that hinders us to really appreciate and fully understand… Plain and directly, Ben Jonson (another great literary artist), would say it, "Art hath an enemy called ignorance."