Mystery to Oneself

Can anyone tell what it is?  Or am I the only one who knows?  This drawing looks very strange to me.  I know — of course I know — what I drew.  And I see the original in it.  But it was very confusing to sort out, and I’m not sure if others see it or if it looks sort of abstract and scribbly.

When I was doing the actual drawing I had considered making a photo of the thing in medias res since I became quite convinced of that theory about visual perception being strongly right-brain hemispheric because about half-way through this drawing it barely had a right side.  Almost the entire drawing was on the left.  I had put just enough of a “right” for there to be a left, and meanwhile the left side of the drawing was elaborately worked out.

I think it still has more left than right.  It’s a complicated image, and that seemed to fuel the sidedness even more.  I am a mystery to myself.

So I ask you, world, how did I do?

Thought management for artists

pencil drawing after Bonnard

 

You have to find out what works for you — sometimes down to the very fine detail.  Should you stay up at night and draw into the late hours?  Should you get to bed early and rise with the dawn?  Do you need coffee to get started or a very cold bottle of water?  What kinds of notebooks are appealing?  Have you ever wondered what it would be like to spend a day going round with a small notebook drawing random sights?

Or perhaps you do that all the time, and what you need is to choose some very complex image and work at it relentlessly.  Do you work from life?  Make drawings from memory?  Have you investigated things that artists did in history and apply them to contemporary motifs?  Do plans and schedules keep you on track?  Or are you the sort of person who needs to feel spontaneous?

Whenever something isn’t working for me, I try something else.  Sometimes I just start drawing in medias res because I’ve lost the thread of my ideas.  Then I find that just moving my hands jump starts some thought process, like a dream remembered, and I rediscover the thing hidden in my mind.

Note in a Bottle

Don’t know when you’ll get this.  I hope you made good progress with your work.  Do not forget your assigned writing.  I am reading that book you recommended which in your characterization made it sound so wonderful.  It begins a bit slowly, but then it becomes ravishing. 

I am back to the diary.  Parts of it are probably going to be – let’s just say – provocative.  At least as provocative as your looking at me in that way that I found so unsettling and disarming.  So you’ve been given fair warning.

I am trying to make the writing beautiful.  I do the best I can.  Not for me the rhetoric of modern art.  The interpretation I put on the dream was true in its way, even though it was the Disney version.  The landscape also had meaning – much meaning.  The dream ends with the landscape