EXPERIMENTAL DRAWING PORTFOLIO Drawing of a portrait. VIDEOS

Ethereal marks on a child mark their internal spaces forever.

In the investigation of ambidextrous drawing and blind drawing of a portrait,  with the use of memory,  the following have come to light: 
+The brain uses both sides at the same time, as I move both hands the only confusion was caused by orientation, either of the angle of the head, or the page or the space, this when seeing or drawing blind, the problem remained. 
+The memory only aided in the placing of shadows using geometry,  the drawings did not improve, but became more abstract and the portrait began to resemble the self more than the subject, especially when using memory only, and forced repetition. I guess one knows ones face best and subconsciously draw it and my proportions got worse. I guess that in the repetition complacency set in, not in the zone? Lack of concentration due to multi tasking?  There is something to be said about the original. Cannot redo or replace.   Marking the internal space without. 

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Ambidextrous drawing

Blind Ambidextrous Drawing 1 of 4

Blind Ambidextrous Drawing 2 of 4

Blind Ambidextrous Drawing 3 of 4

Blind Ambidextrous Drawing 4 of 4

Left hand portrait of a child 

afternoon dreaming painting by syndy

AFTERNOON DREAMING                                                         

Painting             

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ARTIST STATEMENT

In my mental images I remember the feeling of perplex ion at the movements of the adults around me. I spent many a days and nights drawing reading and dreaming, juggling images in my head while the senses took over to etherealise the images in an internal realm.The resilience of childhood  is the shaping stone of ourselves. The memory of our ancestors are marked upon our being, unseen manifesting ethereally within your gestures. The illusion of innocence in a child is marked by these strokes and gestures of our parental lines, and while these marks grow deeper  innocence leaves us perplexed as to what we keep and what shall we throw away. I spent many afternoons dreaming just like this.