I’m rereading Drawing On the Artist Within by Betty Edwards which made the point that the left mode of our brains “can not stand” the right. The left evaluates, summarizes, learns step by step, concludes a project then is DONE.
The right doesn’t generalize a flower, it finds each petal unique, the placement of each at an individual angle, and weight, the age of each petal different, some in a bug eaten condition, and its color flavored by shadow and reflection of grass underneath and refraction of the one next to it. When I begin drawing the flower my left brain panics and races around in circles under my skin.
I wonder if our strong left is a result of our western world. I talked to a man who had lived on the streets for years and it sounds to me that he perceived the world much like a small child and an Australian native who knew his mother, across the country, was ill.
Before I started school I could remember being a baby in great detail but some time during kindergarten I noticed I could only remember something about Don and a pink silk umbrella on the dinning table but nothing about what happened there. By first grade I’d practice remembering the general scenarios though the details were gone. Soon most all of those had left too. I use to understand ‘baby,’ the exact meaning of each cry and gurgle and felt proud I could understand what even the mothers couldn’t and that skill was also lost.  nancymauerman.com