What We Do When We Draw

"We should talk less and draw more. Personally I would like to renounce speech altogether, and like organic nature, communicate everything I have to say in sketches." Goethe 

"The art of drawing which is of more real importance to the human race than that of writing... should be taught to every child just as writing is..." Ruskin

I've just returned from teaching a drawing course at Dillington House, so I thought I'd take a look at what acknowledged masters and art experts have to say about the subject. What I found was a wealth of quotes, stressing drawing's importance that were vehement in their praise of drawing almost to the point of dogmatism. From Berger to De Botton, Degas to Dali, all the comments I found pointed to drawing's honesty and directness; its value as a discipline and as an aid to comprehension. And the general consensus of opinion was "Won't draw? Can't paint'!

"I can see it," a student once complained to me, "so why can't I draw it?"

"Because you don't fully understand it," I replied.

But when we look at a person, a pot or a pear, exactly what is it that we don't understand?

The kind of seeing we habitually engage in is a kind of glib exercise in orientation. It's our way of reassuring ourselves that everything is just the way it normally is. Our over-loaded brains reduce everyday visual stimuli to a series of symbols that we are all too quick to discard. Like a sight-seer on a tour bus, we click the shutter and move on.
               


But this facile way of using the gift of sight is nothing new:

"Let two persons go out for a walk; the one a good sketcher, the other having no taste of the kind. Let them go down a green lane. There will be a great difference in the scene as perceived by the two individuals. The one will see a lane and trees... and that's all! But what will the sketcher see? His eye is accustomed to search into the causes of beauty, and penetrate the minutest loveliness... Is not this worth seeing? Yet if you are not a sketcher you will pass along the green lane, and when you come home again, have nothing to say or to think about it, but that you went down such and such a lane." Ruskin

The full quote is on my post for 26 November 2009.

                The purpose of drawing, then, is not to make a pretty picture but to become more intimate with your subject than mere looking allows. Drawing requires that you slow the pace of your life to a more manageable speed. It requires that you contemplate and think about the world around you. It also requires that you think about what you want.

"Unlike painting and sculpture [drawing] is the process by which the artist makes clear to himself, and not to the spectator, what he is doing." Ayrton

And dictionary definitions of the word 'draw' are manifold. It appears that when you draw, you might also be pulling out or dragging forth.

Like it or not, when you sit down in front of that person, pot or pear, you could also be on the point of revealing yourself to yourself.

"It is often said that Leonardo drew so well because he knew about things; it is truer to say that he knew about things because he drew so well." Clark

I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions.

The Green Lane

                                     watercolour on hand-made paper

'Let two persons go out for a walk; the one a good sketcher, the other having no taste of the kind. Let them go down a green lane. There will be a great difference in the scene as perceived by the two individuals. The one will see a lane and trees; he will perceive the trees to be green; though he will think nothing about it; he will see that the sun shines, and that it has a cheerful effect; and that's all! But what will the sketcher see? His eye is accustomed to search into the causes of beauty, and penetrate the minutest loveliness. He looks up, and observes how the showery and sub-divided sunshine comes sprinkled down among the gleaming, leaves overhead, till the air is filled with the emerald light. He will see, here and there, a bough emerging from the veil of leaves, he will see the jewel brightness of the emerald moss and the variegated and fantastic lichens, white and blue, purple and red, all mellowed and mingled into a single garment of beauty. Then come the cavernous trunks and the twisted roots that grasp with their snake-like coils at the steep bank, whose turfy slope is inlaid with flowers of a thousand dyes. Is not this worth seeing? Yet if you are not a sketcher you will pass along the green lane, and when you come home again, have nothing to say or to think about it, but that you went down such and such a lane.'

John Ruskin (1819 - 1900) 

quoted in The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton