One of my all-time favourite novels is The Lord of the Rings, along with The Hobbit. I first read them when I was in grade 11, in 1971. For a time, when my children were young, it was a Christmas tradition for me to read to them from the Hobbit over the holidays and it became a favourite of my oldest son Tom. In 1996 I painted my own version of Tolkien’s map of Bilbo’s journey to the Lonely Mountain and promised it to Tom for when he grew up. A couple of years ago, I found it – and decided to make it look ancient and damaged by literally burning the edges. I framed it and presented it to my grown son. He did not care much for the burnt edges, but he still wants it even though it’s not the same painting it was all those years ago.
I agree with him and wish I’d left it alone, and not tried for a “special effect” so long after the fact. (Don’t mess with a good thing! If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!) 🙂