This will count as my daily artwork. It took hours to get this right. And yes, I realize that very few will enjoy or care about it. But sometimes, I have read, that is what it is about when you take the pretentious title of “artist.” You get this idea, something you want to make – because you can feel how it just might matter, it might be awesome! So, like Don Quixote, you put on your makeshift artist’s armor, collect every bit of courage you can scrape together, and sally out to make that thing, make that art that will protect the innocent, avenge injustice, right wrongs, give food to the hungry, water to the thirsty, and be the scourge of giants!
Above all, aging artists, you must not heed those voices you hear, as Don Quixote’s niece cried out:
. . .you have been struck by such great blindness and such obvious foolishness that you try to make us believe that you are valiant when you are old, and strong when you are ailing, that you right wrongs when you are stooped by age, and most of all, that you are a knight when you are not, because though gentlefolk may be knights, poor folk never are!
DON QUIXOTE (P. 493)
