“Drawing is still basically the same as it has been since prehistoric times. It brings together man and the world. It lives through magic.”
Fin, one of our six year old twin boys, sit quietly drawing at the kitchen table. It’s late afternoon, the end of another school day.
Minutes earlier he’d come in, gone to his bedroom, reached for a sketchbook and with a fat stubby pencil was now focused in drawing. He drew for a long time. Eventually he rather shyly offered me his book; “It’s my world and I’ve been drawing it.” he said…
“When I see a white piece of paper, I feel I’ve got to draw. And drawing for me, is the beginning of everything.”
“Drawing makes you see things clearer, and clearer and clearer still, until your eyes ache.”
Drawing is Fin’s way of making sense of his world, as he’s not yet old enough nor free enough to ‘walk things out’, he looks at things, he ponders, he takes things in and then he reaches for a pencil.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad strategy for us all to take up a pencil and take time to look and draw, and see our world with renewed clarity, as Hockney says, “until our eyes ache”…
“The first writing of the human being was drawing, not writing.”