In my dream I’m in a city, buying a crumbling house, with many floors. It is so delapidated, chunks of rubble are falling from it.
The house is actually two houses one on top of the other. It is perched at the top of a vertical cliff, and bits of building keep falling off.
I don’t know why I’m having this dream. I’m not scared in it, the city seems recognisable as somewhere I know, the sun mainly shines, or the sun is setting. Sometimes I will be miles away and I have to walk back to the house, by convoluted paths.
All the buildings in the city are falling down, but they are like ruins, much more romantic than real buildings.
I want to work out why I’m dreaming this and I don’t understand is why it keeps recurring?
Sometimes seaside towns are all pastel colours, peaches and primrose yellows or burnt orange and duck egg blues. But sometimes only the frontages are painted, I guess because people don’t have the money to paint the backs, or the weather is generally too bad and it wipes the colour away, washes the walls and the sun bleaches the buildings.
I think I might paint the view but add bright colours? Or I could stick with a muted palette. I have a sketchbook and I’m armed with a marker pen. Will see how I feel in the morning.
I have decided to add this photo to Cee’s challenge add a dilapidated barn or any other building.
Thus us the old Colliery building I was drawing on Saturday. It’s amazing that it is still standing, it reminds me of an old cathedral or castle…..a ruin of the future, which until a few decades ago supplied fuel for our homes and power stations.
Hopefully it will reopen as a museum to the hard work and skills of its former workers.
the old Colliery buildings