Beyond Roy G. Biv
It’s something that is most often done when we are children. We use our paint covered fingers and draw absentmindedly, make messy pictures for our parents, or take to the sidewalk with chalk. As we get older, art begins to rise in complexity. Colour blended seamlessly, intricate detail crafted with great care, impeccable creations that appear highly life-like and that invoke deep emotion from their audiences.
My Blindness Is A Gift
Throughout my childhood my family sat down to dinner together every night. One particular dinner stands out in my memory as the day my life changed. “You have an eye disease called Retinitis Pigmentosa” my mom said.