Alas, few know of my early beginnings. I was born to be an artist! Some say I was a poor sheppard boy, while others say I was rich and lived in Florence with my father Bondone. I'll leave that a secret. Anyways, when I was young, Cimabue asked for me to be an apprentice. I was sent off with him. I am widely known for the time Cimabue left me alone in his workshop. I painted a fly on one of the master's paintings, and ha! He attempted several times to shoo it off! I guess it was because it was so life-like. My most famous work would have to be my fresco paintings in the Scrovegni Chapel. Ah, people today still marvel over my beautiful pieces, and hey, I can't blame them. My style was much more realistic and three deminsional than my teacher Cimabue whose Gothic and Medieval style wasn't my exact taste. I was told my paintings were more real-looking, which they were. I made sure my faces had anatomy and their clothes hung on them as they would standing right in front of me. The theme inside the chapel was Salvation. I painted the Virgin Mary often, and along one wall of the still-standing chapel was the Last Judgement. In all I have about thirty-seven scenes on the walls. I passed in 1337, and how rude of people to excavate my remains. They found out of my appearence, and announce I had dwarfism. I tried to hide that fact, and portrayed myself differently in my paintings.
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