Last year I started drawing again after about a 16-year break. I say “again” like I ever really drew in the first place—really, I took a few classes, produced a few things that bore some resemblance to the thing they’d been based on, and quit.
Then, one day toward the tail of last winter, I was walking down a street in northern Sweden. I was spending three months in a tiny town and going slowly crazy.
I spotted a store that sold art supplies. It occurred to me that maybe drawing was what my brain needed to keep it from constantly refreshing the social networking sites. And I’d been so careful with money for so long that having a legitimate reason to shop for something that wasn’t food seemed exciting. I picked out a set of pencils (with sharpener and eraser) and a sketchpad.
Over the next month and a half, I pulled off a number of respectable sketches. A cup, a statue, the statue again. A circle of stones around snow, some saplings, and dead growth.
Then I came home to Washington and stopped. For nine months, those art supplies hung in a tote bag on a door knob.
Until I stopped in the Zurich airport on the way to France last month. Along with the cowbells and watches, many of the souvenir shops feature pencil sets made by Caran d’Ache, apparently a Swiss company. I remembered a college drawing teacher had advised me to try working more with color–perhaps I seemed less incompetent when I got away from line–so I bought a set of watercolor pencils. In France, I added a pad of watercolor paper and some pencils.
Apparently something frees up my brain to draw when I’m away from home. Maybe it’s all the new sights. My first and least competent work with the watercolor pencils was a half a head of garlic. That may sound like the opposite of a new sight, but this French garlic was a lot more exciting than the stuff at the grocery stores at home. It’s got purple streaks and enormous cloves.
Drawing makes me really look. I have to take things as they are. As we grow up, and our brains develop and we learn to interact with the world, we learn what things are. When we look at something, we instantly categorize it. Dog. Bus. Garlic. Mug. That can get in the way of drawing it. I know what a tree looks like. But if there’s a tree in front of me, I have to forget the cartoon trunk with a blobby top growing inside my head. I want to get down something that actually resembles the thing I’m looking at.
I don’t draw because I’m good at it. I’m not an undiscovered talent. But you don’t have to be. Drawing used to be in the list of young ladies’ accomplishments, like sewing and French. The only surviving contemporary portrait of Jane Austen is a sketch, in pencil and watercolors, by her beloved sister Cassandra, now enshrined at the National Portrait Gallery in London. If Jane Austen were alive today, either I’d know what she looked like or I’d be able to look her up on the internet, posing for a portrait on a dust jacket. Now we have photographs.
Drawing seems worth working at, though, in part because it reminds me of writing. It takes a lot of focus and a lot of persistence. The early phases of creation can look so crushingly bad, it’s easy to stop. (It’s even easier never to start.) But it can help you see things better. And, if you keep going, there’s a chance of making something non-terrible that’s worth sharing with someone else.
art: Helen Fields, attempting to keep practicing back at home.
I know several architects, especially those interested in historical and classical forms, who always sketch examples instead of using photographs. They say that it forces them to really look, remember, and analyze, instead of merely recording.
I’ve always wondered what biologists might be missing by not being forced to draw leaves and bugs, like naturalists used to.
I find these experiences interesting in light of the research showing that people are less likely to remember something they’ve photographed.
Oh yes, I’m really interested in how this ties up with memory. Here’s a press release about the study on taking pictures in museums: http://www.psychologicalscience.org/index.php/news/releases/no-pictures-please-taking-photos-may-impede-memory-of-museum-tour.html?utm_source=pressrelease&utm_medium=vocus&utm_campaign=museumpictures – I find it interesting that they did remember objects if they took a picture that was zoomed in on a detail.
Good for you! I’ve unfortunately not picked up a pencil in almost a year….but please keep inspiring me!
Wonderful post Helen. I’ve never drawn, but this makes me want to try.
I recommend this book: http://www.amazon.com/Drawing-Right-Side-Brain-Definitive/dp/1585429201 I mean, I don’t think I’ve looked at it since approximately 1992. But I remember it being useful.
A friend of mine who teaches writing always has her students start by drawing their story. She says that switching from familiar to unfamiliar tools is supremely useful. Never tried it, but your post reminds me that I’d like to.
Oh gosh, I’ve done that! I totally forgot. It was the first feature I ever wrote. I storyboarded it with a post-it for each scene, so I could move them around. Now I do that in Scrivener, but without the visuals.
I truly love this post, Helen.
I find drawing forces me to select what I want others to see. And I make the same mistakes in drawing as I do writing. I try to squeeze to much stuff in — too much detail or too many facts — and let others pick out what they may. But then I realize (yet again) I must be the one doing the selecting.
I have to ask myself: Why am I drawing this? What interests me? That’s what I need to express, so that others may see.
This is just what I needed to read this week. Thanks! (Sketchbook, colored pencils, and both handmade journal and Word document await.)