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Friday October 12th 2012, 11:34 pmShifting and vibrating, hazing as the details move in and out of the starkness. Contrast of black and white warps and tilts in this sea of flat brightness that stretches out before me. I blink, then blink again, to no avail. I rub my eyes easily, the heat inside the lids like little fires incapable of being doused by the moisture of the irritated tissue. I rinse them, the coolness soothes as drops run down my cheeks, but yet I still cannot see. After yesterday’s monstrous illustrations, literally and figuratively, I’m operating feeling half blind. Partially from fatigue, allergens, and I what I call page blindness, this occurs to me about once a week for certain. Staring at white art board all day under good lighting can sometimes have a similar effect to being snow-blind, after a while the eyes refuse to focus properly, and after working endless days I can sometimes start off my day in this state. But I have no time for being half blind, this will not do, the schedule will not allow it, so I plow through hoping that my skills are good enough to carry me through what I can’t see. I can go back in to clean things up where needed the next day after some rest. My entire day is spent toiling through this struggle of lacking sight balanced against the ticking clock of time and crafting images. Then an aroma wafts in, something enticingly savory, my adoring wife has brought me home tandoori chicken. Now it’s time to stop.
Can Art Make You Blind?
October 12th 2012
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