Warning: the following is an old man yelling at the clouds, and probably adds nothing of value to the discussion. Feel free to skip it...
After 1100 posts on this painting, I'm left with the sudden realization that I miss the old days. Which, at my age, is nothing new. But specifically, I remember what D&D art meant to me and my friends as teens in the 80's.
I loved every new piece I could get my hands on. A new Dragon magazine was a gift for the new art alone. Which is why I probably ended up spending a large portion of my life illustrating rpgs. My friends and I poured over them all. Much like people are doing here, yet we somehow managed to do it with a sense of wonder.
If something didn't jibe with the rules, we didn't complain. We didn't gripe that by the rules a 1hd Skeleton couldn't burst through a door like that, or that an Animate Dead spell couldn't summon that many zombies. Or wonder how that Paladin got into Hell by himself anyway.
We would have loved this painting. We would have speculated about whether the that was Mage Hand holding the staff, or maybe it was a magical floating staff (the wizard equivalent of a Dancing Sword). Maybe they were Glasses of Telekinesis, and she can levitate anything she looked at! And before you knew it, someone would have ran off and statted those items up (maybe to be found in the next dragon hoard we liberated).
Maybe it's because we were just kids, and assumed that the grownups must know what they were doing. Maybe because as an art student I already understood artistic interpretation. Or maybe because the game itself went out of its way to encourage us to customize the game, to make it our own. It told us to make our own settings, homebrew our own monsters, create our own spells so that the know-it-all players would be surprised.
I don't know. Maybe the game has changed that much over the years, and that level of ownership isn't being encouraged. Maybe things are meant to be much more locked down. Maybe that's why floating staves, or flat glasses, or fancy robes are creating such an uproar. It's hard for me to tell, since I've internalized so many different editions over the decades.
Anyway, the point of this isn't to tell anyone they are wrong in what they like. I don't think there is a point to this post at all, really. Just an old man being nostalgic, probably blinded by rose-coloured glasses of my own. But it made me think. And what's the point of having thoughts if you can't inflict them on an entire internet full of strangers...heh.
Thanks for reading, those who did, and hopefully you'll forgive an old fella waxing nostaligic. And now, I think I'm going to go dig up my Dragon Archives and browse some art

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