Lately I’ve been reading a book on memory. Can’t recall the title ….
The author takes the reader through a series of exercises and explanations designed to improve short and long term memory. Many of the memory tasks are odd. You’re supposed to memorize lists of random numbers and other randomly generated things, like names. I couldn’t bring myself to try any of those experiments, given my general habits of innumeracy, as well as a certain distain I feel for the rote element of memorizing items as an end in itself. That just doesn’t appeal to me. Otherwise, though, I’d say I probably have a good memory. Most of the time. Nonetheless the book — I’d recommend it if I could just recall the title — has many good bits of advice, some of which I already pursue. For instance, his first bit of advice is that you keep a journal. And what is a blog, if not a bit of a journal?
All of my reading about memory set me thinking again about memory in art — about drawing from memory, about the difficulties — for most people — of forming a steady memory of visual things. We’ve all heard about some people possessing a photographic memory, and some savants like Stephen Wiltshire have unexplained and exceptional ability to remember visual things. But whether we realize it or not, our visual memory is quite fungible. We remember very selectively, and people subconsciously make all kinds of substitutions for the sake of meaning that differ significantly from the original perception.
Maybe it’s just me. But I am amazed by my relative inability to draw a convincing conch shell from memory. I have drawn the subject many times. Looking through some notebooks today, I found a few of the drawings I’ve made in years past. Regular readers may recall that I also posted some new ones not too long ago. Yet every drawing of shells I make is drawn from life.
And I have tried drawing the shell from many angles over the years. The words of the famous French painter Edgar Degas come back to my memory: “il faut refaire la même chose dix fois, cent fois,” (you must redraw the same thing ten times, a hundred times). Moreover Degas advised artists to draw a subject from every angle. Certainly the sea shell lends itself to such intense and loving scrutiny. It is an amazingly beautiful and complex object, a labyrinth of visual delights.
As much as I’ve looked at the shell, and as many times as my pencil has followed it’s meandering lines, complex though it is, I ought to be able to remember something.
I have been diligent. These drawings posted here are a mere tip of the ice berg.
When Degas said, “draw” I took the admonition very much to heart. I have drawn my shell more times than I can remember. And yet, I can not draw it par coeur. Been thinking I should set myself the task one day of drawing the shell from memory. First draw it from life, and immediately afterwards draw it again from memory — remembering the drawing, you see, more than the shell itself. I need what so many memory systems utilize — I need a meta-step — an intermediate image that I can commit to memory. The shell itself is far too complex — for it contains more qualities than I can capture in my drawings even when I am looking! Of course!
So, there’s another item for my “to do” list. Maybe I will try it sometime. We know I have made these affirmations before. I’m still trying to find some cloud time. Well, it’s noble to aim at a noble goal. I may take a while to get around to it, but I like my idea nonetheless. Nothing wrong with stocking up for a rainy day!