Today’s Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain exercise is pure contour drawing. You are supposed to draw without looking at the paper. To make it force your brain function to switch into visual mode you have to draw something fairly abstract, like the lines on the palm of your cupped hand. It really is all about the process as the end result is indecipherable!
So I sort of did it, 5 minutes with a timer, and it was far more difficult than I could ever have imagined. The first time I was sure I’d drawn everything there was to see, so I stopped and checked the timer. Maybe it wasn’t working, er, no, I’d only lasted about one minute.
Then I tried again. I managed about 3 minutes and I never did get to the stage of finding the tangle of lines interesting in themselves that’s supposed to happen. I’m going to have to keep working at this one.
I’m blaming a summer cold! I guess that leaves around 25 minutes of creativity to catch up on! I’ll get to that later!
Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain this week – been down so long it looks like up to me!
This week’s challenge was to copy a drawing upside down. The theory is that this bypasses the left brain language centre and allows you to draw just what you see. I rushed this a bit and ended up not very pleased with the result. Still I can see that it would have been harder to try to copy it the right way up. I’ll share both the horse and an earlier attempt at the exercise. The main thing that’s going on is getting the proportions wrong. My horse ended up more like The Old Grey Mare than the prancing colt of the original. Still there were moments when it worked and I’m keen to carry on.
Then turn it the right way up:
As well as these I thought I’d add the ones I did from the book before the challenge started:
You can click through if you want to see them in more detail.
Macramé is back? It seems so, along with a lot of other things I think of as part of my past. (Orange and brown, union bashing, inflation…) It will be flares and tank tops next! A friend was trying to make a macramé plant pot holder. (Stop giggling at the back there!) You know the sort of thing? Jute or string, big wooden brown, orange or occasionally green beads? Lots of intricate knots. Ah my lost youth…
Macramé is Crack
Oh, but I loved my macramé. Aged from about 15 I produced an endless stream of plant pot holders. I got books from Rochdale library and poured over the instructions. I progressed to imported American craft magazines. I got a cork tile and some mapping pins so I could do the harder sennits. See, I began to learn the language. The plant holder is a gateway drug, though and I soon progressed to making hideously complicated bags and from plain old string to fancy macramé cord. Ever the purist, for ages I would only use natural materials. Then I went over to the dark side and fell for some black nylon macramé cord. I made an unbelievably complicated evening bag, lined it with terracotta silk. Trust me it was gorgeous.
It still wasn’t enough. I decided to do the ultimate and make a hammock. Huge amounts of nylon cord, beads and hours of swearing later it was over. I turned my back on sennits and turk’s head knots, gave away my macramé cords. Kept the wooden beads though, they were too yummy to get rid of!
So when a friend popped up on her blog explaining how hard she’d found it to get hold of instruction for a macramé pot holder, muggins here had to chip in and say “I could probably still show you how”. I will, but not tonight, maybe next week. Meanwhile feast your eyes on this rather glorious selection: