Tilting at Windmills: How I spent my afternoon

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

How I spent my afternoon

I can NEVER get my pictures centered right when I take a close-up; oh, how I miss my scanner!

This is done in the Art Impressions technique, using markers to color the stamps then filling in with a waterbrush. Only my second attempt; I'm not happy but satisfied considering. It WILL get better.

ETA: new, I think better picture now.

6 comments:

UrgentCookie said...: This is beautiful! I love the way you colored it. :0); July 2, 2008 at 4:09 PM
Diane Noble said...: I think it's gorgeous! You've done an excellent job of coloring. This had to be pretty realistic to look good and you did a wonderful job. Love it.; July 2, 2008 at 5:42 PM
thinker said...: I love it! and I do hope that these days of colouring provide you with much rest & restoration!!; July 3, 2008 at 11:26 AM
Etha said...: I think this looks great! Nothing not to be happy about. The watery quality of the colors and the theme go perfect with each other.; July 3, 2008 at 5:47 PM
Erin said...: This is beautiful! I thought it was a painting and you were going to tell us how you get inpsired by fine art or something.; July 4, 2008 at 7:36 PM
mel m. m. mccarthy said...: Fantastic picture & a gorgeous scene! :0); July 10, 2008 at 9:13 AM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".