
Grey throughout the day.
Cold and dreary
Cat sits by the oil heater,
The others up
On the bed.
My curtains closed
I hold the grey at bay.
My “daylight” is a bulb
No warmth, just brighter
Than the gloom outside
Grey, removing colour
Sad sort of day.
New paintings and regular art updates.

Grey throughout the day.
Cold and dreary
Cat sits by the oil heater,
The others up
On the bed.
My curtains closed
I hold the grey at bay.
My “daylight” is a bulb
No warmth, just brighter
Than the gloom outside
Grey, removing colour
Sad sort of day.

#bandofsketchers prompt today is Private, with feelings of sadness. I want to just hide myself away, but there is a chink of light as I peep through the curtains. I will gradually try and get out again, but for now, I want the curtains closed.

View through the window, from our living room. Our TV is at the bottom of the page. We have a pottery (Portmeirion) opposite where we live. They do have some ground that they garden, but they used to have roses scrambling all up the building. Sadly some of these have recently been cut back so the view is a bit less colourful now. Higher up the hill they are still there, still in flower. This is in a small sketchbook and is drawn with felt pens, some permanent markers a few coloured pencils and a thin black ink pen. The image on the TV is grey because we were watching a black and white film.

Curtains, you cover my modesty
Hide my imperfections,
You keep the warmth in, the heat out.
You stop me seeing the rain,
Shut out the traffic
Such a simple invention.
You divide rooms,
Seperate scenes in plays,
And yet you remain unremarked.
You can be cut down to make a dress
Or a gown.
You protect tapestries and paintings
From harsh sun.
You fade in sunlight
Get moth eaten
Eventually fade and die
Then it’s “curtains” for you!