Book illustration isn't typically painting, but it touches me. I've been fascinated by the effect of literature on artists for decades.
This has resulted in a curious “hobby”. I collect variant illustrated editions of Cervantes' Don Quixote.
near as i can figger it, the 'man of la mancha' play/movie thing hit hard
sometime in the 1960s, bigtime. i guess that lots of folks wondered aboot tilting against windmills. soo, one day, gramps and his doc pals, on their often 'wednesday, no work day, trips to gotham' (gramps was no doc, just self employed), wander into some art place there, and now, that pic of don and sancho, in whatever form it's called one step from the original, signed, hangs in their dining room.
as previously mentioned 'since days of underoos,' my exposure to this 'art' thing led me to the conclusion early on, as far as the cash part of it all, 'buy the picture/painting and forget the rest.' ie, antique toys, furniture, sculpture, pretty much all of that.
check out the antiques roadshow update episodes. paintings almost always win. the rest? notsomuch. nothing aboot taste, or beauty, just everything aboot the cash part of the puzzle.
early fan of this guys shtick.
missed out, bigtime, on keith haring originals way back when, cuz i thought, 'cool, but i could draw that, especially since he never has to draw hands.' guess not.