Art Expectations 376 Same Dreams

Same Dreams by Julie Flandorfer

{Day 376 Page 402}  Can you believe I only have about ten pages to go?! And I’m having a hard time doing these last few pages. Do I not want it to end? It can’t be that. Just busy I suppose. I am ready to move on to other things… other projects. Maybe do another book? NO!

As I read this page of Dickens’ Great Expectations, I couldn’t help but think of all the violence against American police officers and the unnecessary deaths of black people. Is there violence on this page? No, but he tells how Pip is having the same dreams that he had when he was rich. He is also being treated differently since having lost his great expectations. So, no matter who we are, rich or poor, black or white, great expectations or no expectations at all… don’t we all want the same things? We have the same dreams. We all have feelings, love for our children and want to see them grow up to succeed. Fathers, who happen to be policemen or black men caught by police maybe doing something illegal, often not, want to provide for their children, love their wives and live a long safe life. Hopefully this madness will end soon. Here’s my take on page 376…

Pip is still making his plans to go back home, confess all to Joe and his love for Biddy. He hopes he can work at the forge. Or maybe he and Biddy can go away to live and work elsewhere. He’s assuming she still pines for him. I feel more heartbreak coming for Pip!
(Chapter 58) Pip has traveled back home and is staying at the Blue Boar Inn. He realizes that news of his diminishing fortune has preceded him. The Boar staff are cool to him. And they don’t have his usual room available, the finest in the Inn. He sleeps instead in a room off the yard with the carriages and pigeons. He makes a surprising discovery. He sleeps just as well in this room and has the exact same dreams as he did in the finest room and when he was rich! In the morning he walks over to Satis House, Miss Havisham’s old home. (She passed away after being burned when her tattered gown caught fire from her fireplace several months ago.) He sees an auctioneer marking up her home. Items are to be sold and the house torn down. He feels like a stranger looking on.

I did this watercolor sketch pretty quickly on Sunday, July 17 after hearing about the shooting of the policemen in Baton Rouge that morning. It’s one of those where I had no doubt what to do, just had to get it out of my head and onto the paper! Sorry for the long mini-novel today. Next day will be shorter. And on to the end…..

 

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