My optic nerve just got nervy, dished up a stew of shimmery visions, an acid head’s slide show (without the drugs). Left a big old blob, like an abandoned jalopy right in the center of my eye.
The doctors with their lights and computers and needles, with their serious faces and long labels – even the doctors couldn’t put Humpty together again. He set up camp, front and center, took the shape of a winged creature.
He comes to life as the lids close. The I inside the eye sees his mesmerizing dance of swirling eddies, bubbles, dashes, arrows, dots – of entrancing rainbow colors, a private light show.
Myopia or visual banquet?
I woke on New Years Eve with a visual disturbance. A strange occurence to which I’m adjusting. It was enough of a scare that I took to the paper to see what I could work out. After all, this art process is not always about getting a lovely art piece. When we need to heal something the art becomes a powerful partner. The “bad” things can be trapped a bit in the art so they lose some fearsomeness.