Sometimes I like to use my sketchbook as a way to help me put up with the dreadful TV John likes to watch. Even the most cring-worthy films are rendered almost OK, if you have only the corner of your mind on them and most of it concentrating on a drawing. This was Sunday night:
I started to colour it in conte, but it was destroying a not-bad sketch, so I waited and added watercolour next day, which brought it back again, although the felt pen I used couldn't seem to make up its mind if it was waterproof or not.
I did this one earlier the same day: an afternoon when the wind made it too chilly to draw outside:
I have always liked the random way windows create frames to view the outside.