I told my mother this one spring afternoon, and instead of telling me kindly that blind people can’t paint and sending me to pottery class, she set me up with an easel and paints in the garage right near a window which let plenty of golden sunlight spill through. I painted a lop sided rose in bright watercolors, trying in my own seven-year-old way to depict the way light reflects off red pedals. It was one of many mini masterpieces I created that spring. Flowers and clouds were my favorite subjects, and I had a permanent exhibit on our refrigerator door for the better part of a year.
Eventually, my vision deteriorated to the point where I no longer had the hand eye coordination to create coherent pictures, but my independent spirit lived on. While none of my paintings were brilliant works of art created by a child prodigy, I learned a lot about myself from that experience. It never occurred to me that I shouldn’t paint due to my blindness, and that attitude is the core of who I am today. I have always colored outside the lines. In a literal sense, this is obviously due to a lack of sight. In a figurative sense, there are those, (particularly certain family members,) who insist that this is due to a lack of vision. I insist that they have no imagination.
This introduction may not tell you about my favorite foods or my deep dark secrets, but the essence of a person isn’t contained in slogans on their coffee mugs or titles on their album sleeves. It is in the way they approach life, in the manner in which they overcome circumstances which others may see as obstacles. This is the essence of who I am, and I am proud to be me.
This is my introduction entry for therealljidol