Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Waiting for Dan Quixote...

...some windmills, painted in the same magical forest near Sibiu, Transylvania. That forest really is a very interesting place, where all kind of picturesque characters wander around... Danger and erotica where to be found there... Especially if you are young and full of hormons, such a forrest could be filled with satyrs and fawns and especially with Dulcineas waiting to be liberated... I'm no longer young but I still can remember... 9" x 12" watercolor and acrylic ink on Fabriano 300 g.

9 comments:

Miki said...

The more you show us these dream paintings of Transylvania, the more I´m thinking of changing my plans for next year big trip! God I love this kind of landscapes!
And concerning the erotic fauna living in the forests there: one reason more to go! Aging one doesn´t lose the sense for erotic, does one? Don Quixote, this "alter lüsternder Luder", doesn´t at least, he is already on his way!

ovi said...

ah, morile de vint din Dumbrava Sibiului !
mi-e dor de ele..., don Q!

Ion Vincent Danu said...

There are a lot more where this come from! (Landscapes, views, I mean: around Sibiu there are a lot of marvelous villages, some quite untouched by "civilization", some with old and very old - medieval - ruins and churches. Not to mention the old -1192 first documentary mention - city of Sibiu, where Draculya itself, the real McCoy!, passed and even lived...)

As for the erotica of the aging...for some it's about the only decent thing that last...

Ion Vincent Danu said...

Da, ovi, si mie mi-e dor. si nu putzin...

Miki said...

I would love to see more of these Sibiu paintings, Danu... I love these windmills, so differenbt from Don Quixote ones, and hollandish onesI Semm to come directly from a faiie tale, but I guess the magical touch whihc I feel there comes from your brushes (and acrylic inks!)?
I´m really dreaming of going there... You know, to travel with a motorhome (in France they call them camping-car and in Spain autocaravana) is fabulous but not always easy, sometimes dangerous and not always welcome by the inhabitants, at least in Europa. Do you think we would be safe there, and welcome? And how are the people generally, more from the strangers friendly kind?

Anonymous said...

Hey—those are like the windmills on old Montmartre that Van Gogh painted. Here in Spain windmills didn't look like that. They had their propellers fixed to a revolving hood. By means of a big pole the miller could turn it (the hood with the propellers) to the wind. Yours are fixed, right? a
A big limitation.

They say the Spanish windmills came here in imitation of the Dutch ones when Spain ruled the Netherlands.
I was surprised to see that Gustav Doré drew the Dutch windmills, not the Spanish ones, in his great illustrations. Funny: he was here in Spain—he must have seen these.

Dulcinea didn't have to be rescued, Danu (except probably from Don Quijote).
100swallows

Ion Vincent Danu said...

I'm not sure about the technicl details, G! The windmills over there, in the Sibiu Museum (the largest plein air museum in Europe) are of all kinds... Look ar the small one...it has a circular base and I think that even if now they are fixed (not working) they could be moved to the wind exactly as you said, with a big pole... There are also some water mills... I know some of Doré's great illustrations to Cervantes... The small quirk is that this is for "DAN" Quixotte not for "don" (Dan being my original first name...)So, the small differences are, maybe, admitted... admittable?

Ion Vincent Danu said...

Miki, you would be welcome, no doubt, and safe (as safe you can be on this world)... Avoid very isolated places and don't be prudent near gipsies and very poor people and you'll be safe).

Ion Vincent Danu said...

...I ment: BE prudent near gypsies...

I'm no racist and even have an autographed book from the gypsy princess of Sibiu (that a good story!) who's a poet herself... but some gypsy really are dangerous to gadjin... I also knew the king, the Emperor and the International Governor of Gypsies (Sibiu being the center of their elite) during my "journalistic" period...