S. Warren Smith (fractile) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-04-04 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !network post, alec lightwood, alec scudder, sarafinwe turukano, septimus smith, walter blythe |
Claude Monet was a master despite his cataracts; we would never see his gracefully blended colour (I am partial to wisteria in place of waterlilies) nor the subsequent fade into the different fields of perspective. For all we know, if he had not had his slowly worsening eyesight, he would have been a caricaturist or (god forbid) Caravaggio. As it is, I thank his lack of clear eyesight most profoundly for the works he produced.
I say all of this because I too -- setting myself to ledgers at the art-supply store or to my own books and writings in the evening -- have noticed the world blurring a bit at the edges and going soft, if you will. Soft to spare me, I first thought ... then not so much. Soft because my near century-old retinas are telling me that they want a little down-time.
Officially, I need spectacles. Unofficially, I suppose I can use them to read. When I came back, the manager suggested that perhaps I attempt to be a little "more hipster" and I certainly don't know what me means. I am who I am and these fit my face fine. Ultimately, I think, he liked them too. But because of my (only slightly) grievous discovery, I bought myself a consolation prize.
So, consider this a request ... can I take your picture?