Below I made up a conversational scenario between the right and left sides of an artist's brain. But first, here's a brief summary of how the two sides of the brain operate . One is often more dominant than the other in an individual. It's interesting to find out which side is dominant in you. There is an quick online Right Brain vs. Left Brain Creativity test you can try at http://www.wherecreativitygoestoschool.com
What Is Left Brain - Right Brain Theory?
According to the theory of left-brain or right-brain dominance, each side of the brain controls different types of thinking. Additionally, people are said to prefer one type of thinking over the other. For example, a person who is "left-brained" is often said to be more logical, analytical and objective, while a person who is "right-brained" is said to be more intuitive, thoughtful and subjective.
The Left Brain
The left-side of the brain is considered to be adept at tasks that involve logic, language and analytical thinking. The left brain is very sequential. Those who are left-brained are list makers. Scheduling, making lists, checking tasks off in order of completion, and knowing what comes next are all things that a left-brained individual enjoys. It's the way that makes the most sense to them.
The left-brain is often described as being better at:
The Right Brain
The right side of the brain is best at expressive and creative tasks. Right-brained people get just as much done, but they don't prioritize. If you are right-brained, you would be more prone to jump from task to task, doing a bit on each, but not finishing one before you moved to the other. Right-brained people prefer to work on what they feel like working on, as opposed to what a list tells them comes next.
Some of the abilities that are popularly associated with the right side of the brain include:
Conversation Between the Right and Left Sides Of An Artist's Brain:
Righty: I'm ready to paint a masterpiece today!
Lefty: What about our "To Do List?" There's laundry and bills and don't forget we need to get the dog groomed.
Righty: We've been working all week on that list! I feel inspired right now! Time to strike while the iron is hot!
Lefty: (Sigh), ok. What are we going to paint?
Right: I'd like to try and capture the colors in the maple tree in the yard.
Lefty: What's to capture? It's a tree with a brown trunk and green leaves.
Righty: The problem with you, Lefty, is that you never really see things when you look at them. There are so many different colors and textures in the trunk of a tree; colors which show the reflections of sky, grass, and whatever else is in its vicinity.
Lefty: You will, at the very least, paint the leaves green, won't you?
Righty: Who's to say leaves must be green??
Lefty: Uh, ever hear of chlorophyll?
Righty: Art is unpredictable, lefty! Ever hear of Van Gogh?
Lefty: Yeah, he's the guy who cut off his ear.
Right: He did a lot more than just cut off his ear! His work is renown for its passion and movement!
Lefty: Well, all I can say is that his left side must have been sleeping on the day of surgery..... what are you doing now?
Righty: I'm drawing the leaves.
Lefty: That looks like a cloud.
Righty: It is a cloud. Will you zip it and let me work?!
Lefty: Trees don't grow that high into the sky. That looks ridiculous! What will people think?
Righty: I don't care what people think! If it if was left up to you, you'd probably draw every individual leaf.
Left: At least it would look like a tree!
Right: You're a bore, lefty!
Lefty: Yeah? Well, you're a weirdo!
Righty: Listen Lefty, if I promise to get back to that list later today, will you leave me alone for awhile and quit interjecting yourself into my work? Can we make a deal?
Lefty: Ok, deal. I guess I could go take a nap for a couple of hours.
Righty: Sweet dreams, Pal! Now to get into my zone...
I work part-time as a GED instructor for the probation department in Tompkins County, NY. I teach criminals. I get them ready for the GED test, so that hopefully they can pass and get their high school equivalency.
They are people like you and me. Yeah, I imagine that's hard to swallow, but they are. In ways, we are all products of our environments. Our living situations, our family circumstances and experiences all influence our decisions and the paths we take. Many of the people I work with have the odds stacked against them from the point of birth.
No, I'm not a bleeding heart bureaucrat who thinks that just implementing compassionate programs and affording equal opportunities will result in right decisions and changed lives. It doesn't happen that way. There are too many idealists in their ivory towers writing policy and too few who are actually in the trenches working with the people they claim to serve.
Where I work, people come and go. They come and go to jail, rehab, the Department of Social Services, mental health and court. Once you're in the system, it's hard to get out - very hard.
I've always had an innate curiosity about who people are, what they think, why they do the things they do. I've learned to listen and ask the right questions. It never ceases to amaze me that when a person is really listened to, that person will often open up and share their hopes, fears and hurts. I hear stories and, when I've heard one, I think, "Holy cow, nothing can top this!" And then another one comes along and it does. It's unbelievable the violence, chaos, neglect, instability, and betrayal that some people come from.
Programs don't change people. Don't get me wrong. They are useful in meeting immediate needs and most people will gladly receive any help or freebies they can get. But as far as inward change? No. That comes by way of relationship.
The biggest obstacle I face is getting my students to believe in themselves, that they can actually succeed. When they finally get a math concept or score well on a practice test, I want to dance! I say, "See? I knew you could do it!" More than a teacher, I am a coach. I prod, encourage, counsel, challenge, and confront my students. But more than anything else, I see them. And that is what they respond to. I don't just see thugs, drug dealers, thieves, and prostitutes. I also see them as people with the myriad of attributes, abilities, weaknesses and failings that every human being possesses. I respect them and they, in turn, respect me.
When people ask me what I do and I tell them, they often get blank stares on their faces and say, "You must have a lot of patience." Lol! I only wish. Patience has never been my strong suit - just ask my husband and my kids. But I am patient with my students. It is somehow inside of me, and I think it only comes by way of a grace that is outside of me.
What I do is is challenging and difficult at times, but oh so rewarding. I am in my element, exactly where I am meant to be. For that, I am deeply grateful.
I'm crazy about light. No, not the technical description of light that is presented in a lot of art books. I don't mean light in terms of prism, reflection, absorption, or values. When I sit down and try to read the scientific explanation of these things, I go comatose - comatose with a colossal yawn. Sterile definitions seems to suck the magic right out of light.
When I think of light, the words that come to mind are words like wonder, enchantment, romance, delight, surprise, celebration, break-through, and glory. There are so many expressions and emotions to light.
I think of moonlight spilling out on calm lake waters or sunlight casting diamonds on winter snow. I see valiant light rays piercing through ominous, swirling, storm clouds and fireflies weaving a slow dance in the summer bush like small, blinking beacons.
And what is better than fireworks bursting with color in a black sky?
I went to an outdoors wedding once where the reception was held in a wooded clearing at night. A path through the woods led to the clearing and the bride and groom had decorated the trees on either side of the path with tiny, white lights. It was beautiful - simple and beautiful. Out of all the weddings I've been to, I will remember that one. In walking that path, I was given a gift of wonder.
Another time, I visited my daughter, Grace, at her new apartment. She went into the kitchen to get us drinks and when she came back to the living room, she turned the lights off. What?? Then, the glasses in her hands began blinking like strobe lights at a disco! Hahahaha! She comes up with the best surprises! I loved it!
Is it any wonder that the root word in delight is LIGHT?
Okay, so I love the color coral! It is one of my favorite colors. I tried to find it in an oil paint medium at local art stores - zilch. I tried to make the color coral myself. I mixed my oils - vermillion with cadimum yellow - too dull. I threw in a touch of aliziron - that cooled it down when I wanted to keep it warm. Ugh, I could not do justice to my flamingo painting.
Then.. I went on line and googled it. The only online art supply store I could find that carried coral was Dick Blick. It was put out by a brand name I had not used before - Lefranc & Bourgeos. I decided to order it and hope for the best.
Well! I got it in the mail today and it is beautiful! It brings my flamingos to life! I will never try to mix a coral on my own again!
I thought I'd write a few thoughts on art, life and whatever else comes to mind.