You See, But Do You Really See

One benefit to practicing in the visual arts is that it allows for becoming a keen observer. The moment I was able to connect all that I see with the idea of shapes — and that every single thing we see is made of shapes — was the moment I knew limitations are only bound by imagination. In drawing a subject, in painting an idea, I’m simply representing with shapes. That’s all it is.

But no matter how much I try to stay mindful and observant, my human brain still fails most of the time. I was reminded of that this week spending six hours observing, drawing and painting my dad.

I’ve known my dad for 43+ years now. I know what he looks like. But over the last several days of keen observation I realize there is so much more to him, his figure and his face, that I never really knew. Like how the back of his neck curls or that there’s a small cleft in his chin. Had I never thought to do a portrait or figure study of him, I probably still wouldn’t know these things.

This practice of deep observation comes while I’m also looking inward. Through a deep unravelling of my past with rigorous self exploration and questioning, I have no choice but to really see all around me. Things slow down. I am able to step back and see things for what they are.

In the physical world things can always be broken down into shapes. Seeing those shapes and paying attention to the stories they tell is, for me, seeing anew. It keeps things fresh and moving forward. It’s a metaphorical fountain of youth.

Above all, slow things down, take a good long look, and live forever.

Ha!

Have you taken the time to really observe today? Tell me in the comments!