New Horizons

Since moving back to Spain last year, I have once again been enthralled by the stark landscapes of the Spanish heartland. In the past years, however, a new element has transformed the wide horizons of the Manchuela Conquense: hundreds of wind turbines now turn silently against the azure skies.  Together with the solar farms, they are the new crops of this land where Don Quijote once fought windmills of a different sort. What would he make of these new giants? I have tried to find beauty in the huge  blades that dwarf even the tallest pines.  My latest paintings are the result of this search.  They will be on display at the end of this month at the Casa Museo in Tébar, a village that has the highest density of wind farms in this beautiful region I now call home.