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Drawing On The Right-Brain For A More Balanced Life

This week’s assignment from The New Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain continues from where my last one left off.  The instructions were to take the outline of my hand and draw it on the page by focusing my attention how the lines interacted with each other and with the quadrant markings instead of naming what it is I was drawing (a finger, fingernail). The goal of the exercise was to shift the brain from it’s normal M.O. of seeing objects and giving them names (left-brain) over to a more spatial, right-brain mode of visualizing.

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I found it interesting how hard it was initially to make the switch. My brain was trying to be time-saving and efficient and, when I looked at the picture and moved my pencil to the paper, my brain flashed the word “finger”. I struggled to push the word aside and just concentrate on the lines, but my brain insisted, “It’s a finger. Why look at it? Just draw. It’s a finger. You know what a finger looks like. Draw a finger.”

The longer I fought to keep my brain in R-mode, however, the easier it became to stay there and the more information I as able to absorb. I noticed subtler details, contrast in areas caused by the light shining through my fingers, casting shadows on the palm of my hand. My fingernails, even in shadow, were lighter than the flesh around them. Instead of just drawing a finger, I was drawing what I was seeing as shapes and through spatial perception.

It was an interesting exercise for two reasons. wpid1805 untitled 2 Drawing On The Right Brain For A More Balanced Life

First, it tied back to some earlier drawings when we were asked to do a self-portrait and to draw someone from memory. Those drawings were very left-brain driven. We might all be snowflakes, but left-brain drawings show many similarities. Eyes look very similar because when my brain thinks “eyes”, it has a standard image representation for the word. Some larger, more distinctive features might be different across drawings. In my case, I drew my grandfather from memory, so my self-portrait had hair and my drawing of him had none except for the short edges of the monk’s halo visible near his ears. But our eyes were alike, our noses were the same shape, and not because we were related; it’s because drawing from the left-brain’s perspective pulls up the standard representation of whatever it is I am drawing. I could have drawn George Clooney and we’d have similar features but, again, not just because we’re both dashingly handsome.

My second thought was how this applies to the world outside of drawing. Operating in L-mode, our brain likes to name things to save us time in analyzing our environment. It’s also how most of us were brought up, reinforced by our education system. Left-brain operating is great for fight-or-flight determinations and analytical operations, but maybe not for being creative, and certainly not for dealing with other people. Left brain is order-based, practical, and safe. Right brain uses feeling, imagination, and is prone to risk-taking.

In my own relationships, I find that I am much more left-brained than I would ideally like to be. I pull from my autobiography and past experiences to apply labels and jump to conclusions about the situation. It feels safer than, well, feeling, and dealing with emotions and all those scary right-brain traits.

Both sides of the brain have their strengths and a part to play in a larger, richer, more fulfilling life. But to take advantage of both sides, we need to be open to letting the less dominant one in, and living our lives with a better balance of both.

Back To The Drawing Board

wpid1553 untitled 1 Back To The Drawing BoardSome time ago, I started working through The New Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain.

As a child, I think I drew as much as any other child. Misshapen dinosaurs, boats that would never float, and flightless airplanes and helicopters were my favorite things to draw, but eventually my attention moved on to books, and writing, and to computers. I did have one more flirtation with drawing in high school when I took the mandatory Drawing 101 class and, while I enjoyed it, I enjoyed computers, sports, and girls more.

My sister was always a good with the pencil and paper, and I think she continued to draw in to her adult years. Growing up, she used to draw beautiful horses, although I’m pretty sure I never told her that. Our relationship being what it was, I neither appreciated nor acknowledged her talent, and I probably ruined more than one of her drawings over the years. When she got really sick, it was more important that she knew that I loved her, and I never got a chance to have that conversation with her about her artistic gift.

As an adult, I’m struggling to find that natural propensity to draw that I had as a child. We see things differently as adults, with too many rules and too many boarders. We lose that ability to see intuitively and holistically, and instead rely on our words and numbers and labels. Tapping in to that part of the brain, the R-mode, seems a monumental task, but like those that brave souls attempting to ascend the mighty Everest, there is a compelling believe that the reward of doing will make the effort worthwhile.

This weekend, I resumed the climb of my own Everest, the blank page a daunting peak that is still out of sight. But with each stroke, I’ll move closer to the summit than I was the day before. I may never be the artist that my sister was, but my memories of her will offer inspiration as I take my heavy steps forward.