I like dwelling into history (although that was never a favourite subject of mine back in my school days – I blame the boring teacher that I had!) but one cannot forget ‘history’ as that is what has made us and will continue to do so.
This sketch/drawing you see on the right, was done when I was watching a DVD set in the old days, on DVD. My eldest son was doing some drawing and he had his felt-tips and paper out. I took a paper from him and borrowed his artist pens! And I began this picture at first, by drawing the road, then the hills and the outhouse.
I thought of dark roads and a lonely house one passes on the English country road, in the middle of nowhere. I thought the perfect setting would be a low sunset, darkening the surroundings gradually that the headlights have to be put on, from a passing car.
It is winter, the trees are derelict of their leaves, casting a skeletal shadow as a cat, sitting on the rooftop of a house, which seems inviting, watches the car drive.
This drawing makes me feel I am back in Old England, in the rural countryside. I imagine a fire roaring inside, with a family of a Ma, Pa, five children, a grandmother and a dog and a cat. It is supper time, and they sit at the table whilst Ma serves warm dinner as the dog sleeps and the cat sits on the roof.
But something sinister is lurking outside…
I would like to invite you all to perhaps add to this story and drawing or tell one your own, a small paragraph? What does the picture say to you?