Lines

I'd like to try and explain why I wrote  yesterday's post.  I have been drawing from an anatomy book.  I'd post pictures but Google will not let me upload again.  Anyhow, the last drawing was of the muscles of the arm.  What's happening is that I'm realizing that it is challenging me to draw better... not draw people better... just draw better (draw at all).  It's taken me back (and forward) to perspective, cubes, cylinders, form, contours and lines.

I got to thinking about how we view lines in space.  In our observation, it's interesting that parallel lines converge.  We know, geometrically, they don't.  I wondered how, in perfect space, what different lines would look like.

I ended up confused.

I like when that happens.  Was it the shape of the lens in my eyeball?  What is the volume/shape of the view I have?  My cheeks, eyelids and honking nose outline it.  If in space, how far until the train tracks converge.  There must be a physical limit.  Is convergence the point where I cannot distinguish between two objects?  My observable world is a sphere if I am able to turn my head.  My eyeball is sphere.

All around me, everywhere I look, lines are converging to these points.  Every point on the boundary of this observable sphere is where two train tracks would meet.  In fact, I am looking into a narrower and narrower spot.  Instead of my observation widening as I view the world around me, in fact, it is all shrinking.  Observable space is disappearing into an infinite number of vanishing points.  It's not like looking at the tip of a pin that gets smaller and smaller.  It's the whole universe being compacted around you into a ball with a limiting shell.

I thought this couldn't be.  Observation is expansive!  Lines must bend then.  My eyeball must be bending lines to the shape of its lens.  I almost got dizzy because the things around me became projections.

Wait, a landscape.  What do the lines in a crop do?  They don't converge to a point.  No, because we live on a sphere.  The horizon bends.  In a field, those lines bend.  Is my eyeball made to match the sphere I live on?

Oh goodness... anyhow...

I ended up posting that post because I wondered if somehow space and lines are like intertwining stories... or if stories end up like the parallel lines that converge.

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And really, I think it was all a diversion from working on drawing.  I need to draw and my goodness, I can come up with all sorts of excuses not to.  "My art" is my blog and the intertwining stories... No, you need to learn to draw.  Dang.

See, I have this new teacher that keeps saying, "Uhh uhh.  Draw.  Stop that.  Draw.  What are you doing now?  Just draw."