I was so blind to my mistakes, I just kept going with what I thought I knew. But compared to them I knew nothing. I only knew that my brush was my guide onto unexplored canvas. I couldn’t express what I was doing. I hoped the piece would speak for itself. But they wanted a dissection of my process. Something I couldn’t really give them.
A severed optic nerve causes total blindness. There will be no black and no dark as if our eyes were shut. If born this way, a person will never see their world, but they will hear it, taste and smell it and touch it. This means they will never know colour. Imagining nothingness replacing the images in my mind is difficult. My pictures exist because I have visual knowledge. But the universe being an expanding infiniteness and blindness causing a nothingness are two concepts for which I have no images, just as blindness has none of yellow or blue.
I am blind. in that i lack the prospective that, all things die, I will die, and he will die, and my dreams will perish long before either of those things.
They been following a presence, not even a true physical form, for so long.
She thinks she’s gone blind in this darkness. It doesn’t really matter, since there really was nothing worth seeing in this place.
She can feel the chill of terror, the sweetly false beckons of siren-like music, but it all doesn’t matter to her anymore.
There really was nothing to see here.
You can hear but you can’t see,
do you feel lonely?
Dark. Afraid.
doesn’t always mean you cant see with your eyes
unaware…
scared…
lost into a dark abyss
Blackness.
Where am I? Without you.
Are you beautiful? or is it just your personality.
To me it doesn’t matter. Because it cant.
Pua
when i look at the word the first thing i see is a woman and her name is bess I do not
have to look v har for her surnam and it is lindn. She is of the pudginess that is irriesistabl. Although she isnt v fat she isnt ver thin. I got that phrase from Count Curly.
that word count… goodbye
jack blake
i was blinded by our love, too blind to see the bad, but blindness was a blessing because in the end i’m not that mad. i’ve always been oblivious but maybe it’s just blindness. i can see when and what i want.
Ashley Kervabon
Not being able to see. could be mentally or physicly.
Alice
In ability to see
lonilness, heartbreak.
To have no sight but only to feel, to feel with hands and nerves and your heart
to rely on others for physical dangers
not knowing how you look.
i would be devasted.
Elizabeth Wright
Blindness is many things. It can be not to be awake, not to see what reality is. I want to stay awake!
Ray Alex
I do not know when it will be, a time again that I can go back to those days.
I know not how, or when or why it happened, but it did, and now here I am.
Unseeing.
Unfeeling.
Unknowing
I cannot define this, sensations I now behold. It’s… Deep, dark, blackness all around me.
That is all.
I suppose I must be… Oh what is it that your people call it…
Blind?
Is that the word?
Or perhaps, if you’d be so kind as to listen to this philosophy, I am the one who sees, and everyone is ‘blind’. Perhaps this darkness is the truth. This horrendous gloom all around, is what is truly meanT to be seen.
I am the seeing one.
You are all being pummeled with the blasphemy, not I. I know it.
I am not blind. This is not a sense taken away from me, rather a gift I’d just received.
Dare I say, the wrapping isn’t too fancy. Not too ruffled, not to skimpy, for lack of a better word.
For I am not blind you see. Oh no, no the pun is not part of a bitter ironic sense of humor that I’d decided upon whim to create as I speak to you. Oh my, it is all part of the insidious planning my dear. All part and parcel of the plan. Soon it will come to pass, the objective of the creator onto her creation.
Her.
Yes, I did say her.
What? You thought the creator was an almighty Him?
My, my… You truly are the blind one. For it is quite clear, what’s going to happen soon enough.
This grey orbs you are looking at as you listen to me? A mere disturbance in what you perceive to be truth of my frame.
These grey hairs, scraggly and wrinkly skin you also must be observing from that distance in which you stand? All lies that your brain has been washed into believing that is my given form.
Oh no, no dear.
You must remember… You are the one who is blind.
Did you really think, that all you see, is, all you see?
Did you really believe in your sight?
Trust in it perhaps?
Ah… How long have you in blindness been?
R.Dwyn
nothing
black
white
cloth
street
help
wheel chair
pavement
banana
rock
old man
colours
pity
good deeds
sad
hard
Being born without the ability to see offers an opportunity unavailable to most. A chance to experience the environment and the people within differently, uniquely. Ignorance of colour, age or style of dress gives blindness a step up in reaching towards what is fair and equal. But ignorance can find new ways to judge. The tone of your voice, the feel of your hand and how you choose to treat the blindness of others. Blindness is not always ignorance, sometimes it’s chosen by those who can see but don’t know how. It is ignorance of blindness that is the place where knowledge must gather.
We are all suffering from blindness, but those born blind have no need to suffer. They can see what most can’t.
darkness
black
sadness
pity
scarf
cloth
street
pavement
god
good deeds
banana
hisham
Wer blind ist, sieht nichts mehr. Das kann daran liegen, dass die Augen kaputt sind. Oder die Augen sind intakt und die Weiterleitung zum Gehirn funktioniert nicht mehr. Wer tot ist, ist blind, sollte man glauben, denn dann funktioniert gar nichts mehr im Körper, außer die Verwesung. Aber ist das wirklich so? Wir werden es herausfinden.
we
are
all
blind
it
takes
much
more
than
eyes
to
see
my
darling
we
could
be
the
stars
if
we
were
so
inclined
Briana
they ought to call you g2v star, all these people in your orbit. the grass grows to green when you step on them and flowers bloom beside you when you’ve plucked them from their mothers. one look at you and everything brightens before dimming for good, but who would want to look at anything else when they’ve laid their eyes on the sun?
The state of visual loss. Mostly associated with heightened senses of rest. Blindness is like having no cat in the highway.
asdasd
blindness…how dare Mr. Mcormick talk about blindness like that when he himself was completley oblivious to the gaping hole in my head i knew nothing i was brain dead!
emma gallagher
being blind . not see, black, dark, nothing.
Catalina
darkness, an absence of light and space, greatest fear and most profound liberation
blindness. it’s sad really. they can’t see the beauty of the world. they can hear the screams of pain, but can’t help. they can only hear. imagine never being able to help.
olivia
Blindness is a physical condition in which one loses their sight. But strangely enough their other senses are heightened.
But blindness is a metaphorical manner can refer to ignorance… intentional or not.
To be blind means to be free of sense, which is both a curse and a blessing. It is one more thing that you are not being held down by in the temporal world, allowing you to explore other areas of your life without fear, yet it means that you are also limited in others.
Kai
cant see anything please help me
i cant go anywhere i will fall and get hurt
mary
i wish it can disappear , we are suffering from virtual blindness , every person deserve a second eye …
anias
When you’re blind, you can’t see.
That’s what they told me.
I didn’t want to see.
Seeing is believing, but I don’t believe.
Sight can be deceived.
That’s why I don’t rely on sight.
I never rely on sight.
Blindness. That’s what I need.
My eyes don’t need to see for me to understand.
I don’t need my eyes.
My eyes?
They’re over there.
hjggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghjjnbhlnv jh jk mblmb jlmn gui;jkh h;kj hjlkjh uhljh mjioy fgjmr yf f..byuoy . uyu. uhghgjhgtyf chl?niyliug mvf yuo ljh mnyftyiyt687 yg mlyf cgj,.g jkk ug iug
yhkj.h ‘;oi jl/ il u;g8y f7ty’ou jh vvkjhg / jhh. hj k …. hjhjh jjjjjjjjjjjjj. jhjkg ,jkg ygf hlmn hil mn guilkjb guilkjh hi
boob
There is a form of blindness I take on every time I walk through my neighborhood. Instead of seeing the garbage, the idol young people with nothing to do, the projects directly behind them… I choose to see the neighborhood that has embraced me as best they can these last four years. I choose to focus on the familiar faces I see almost everyday and savor the kindness they consistently show. I enjoy the mini victories of receiving genuine smiles from the at first doubtful neighbors.
I’ve actually come to be protective of this neighborhood – my neighborhood – BedStuy, Brooklyn, NY, and become defensive when it’s mocked or insulted.
…who cares that I’m really just a white girl from Kansas…
I think being born blind is really scary. Just imagine waking up to a world of darkness. Frightening, scary. I’d feel so lost and helpless. But it’s amazing how the blind feel around and still manage to enjoy the world just like normal people – although in different ways, be it through feeling or smelling. Recently I saw a blind woman making her way up the escalator; there was a lady who offered to help her but she just refused, and eventually made her way up. It was during the peak hour too.
KH
Blindness, can be seen as a form of disability, where one is deprived of the light and hope in life. However, one can overcome blindness by simply feeling with his other senses, and connecting himself back to the world which has abandoned him.
Adeva
I feel .. Thats all i can do . Seeing isnt something god thought i should be born with. I dont resent him for it , i was raised better then that. But i cant say i exactly love him either. Its not easy when your walking down streets and someone shouts out ” Look!” and you hear “oohs” and “aww” from various people and you know your missing out on something magnificent .
Tally
Sorrow, fighting, alone and dark.
Cold world, no joy, tears roll silently down.
What? Warmth? A touch and the light begins to glow!
Soft and soothing, life goes on.
Deb
He has been avoiding her. Trying to dodge when they bump into each other. Pretending not to feel the glares upon every piece of his being. But he’s not blind. Nor is he feeling numb. He’s simply doing good at what he does best: closing all the doors and just going blind, deaf and mute.
My eyes perceive no light from the vacant space around me. I squint, but still I cannot see a thing. I heard long ago that our mind sometimes blocks things out, memories, in order to protect us. I wonder if our eyes do the same thing, if the reality of the situation is so great that we cannot handle it even at a glance. I wonder if that is why I can’t see.
Everybody has a blindness. It’s a weakness you can’t see. Others can see it better than you can. Its analogous to a driver’s blind spot-.
I was so blind to my mistakes, I just kept going with what I thought I knew. But compared to them I knew nothing. I only knew that my brush was my guide onto unexplored canvas. I couldn’t express what I was doing. I hoped the piece would speak for itself. But they wanted a dissection of my process. Something I couldn’t really give them.
the fact when you can’t see.
being blind.
A severed optic nerve causes total blindness. There will be no black and no dark as if our eyes were shut. If born this way, a person will never see their world, but they will hear it, taste and smell it and touch it. This means they will never know colour. Imagining nothingness replacing the images in my mind is difficult. My pictures exist because I have visual knowledge. But the universe being an expanding infiniteness and blindness causing a nothingness are two concepts for which I have no images, just as blindness has none of yellow or blue.
I am blind. in that i lack the prospective that, all things die, I will die, and he will die, and my dreams will perish long before either of those things.
They been following a presence, not even a true physical form, for so long.
She thinks she’s gone blind in this darkness. It doesn’t really matter, since there really was nothing worth seeing in this place.
She can feel the chill of terror, the sweetly false beckons of siren-like music, but it all doesn’t matter to her anymore.
There really was nothing to see here.
You can hear but you can’t see,
do you feel lonely?
Dark. Afraid.
doesn’t always mean you cant see with your eyes
unaware…
scared…
lost into a dark abyss
Blackness.
Where am I? Without you.
Are you beautiful? or is it just your personality.
To me it doesn’t matter. Because it cant.
when i look at the word the first thing i see is a woman and her name is bess I do not
have to look v har for her surnam and it is lindn. She is of the pudginess that is irriesistabl. Although she isnt v fat she isnt ver thin. I got that phrase from Count Curly.
that word count… goodbye
i was blinded by our love, too blind to see the bad, but blindness was a blessing because in the end i’m not that mad. i’ve always been oblivious but maybe it’s just blindness. i can see when and what i want.
Not being able to see. could be mentally or physicly.
In ability to see
lonilness, heartbreak.
To have no sight but only to feel, to feel with hands and nerves and your heart
to rely on others for physical dangers
not knowing how you look.
i would be devasted.
Blindness is many things. It can be not to be awake, not to see what reality is. I want to stay awake!
I do not know when it will be, a time again that I can go back to those days.
I know not how, or when or why it happened, but it did, and now here I am.
Unseeing.
Unfeeling.
Unknowing
I cannot define this, sensations I now behold. It’s… Deep, dark, blackness all around me.
That is all.
I suppose I must be… Oh what is it that your people call it…
Blind?
Is that the word?
Or perhaps, if you’d be so kind as to listen to this philosophy, I am the one who sees, and everyone is ‘blind’. Perhaps this darkness is the truth. This horrendous gloom all around, is what is truly meanT to be seen.
I am the seeing one.
You are all being pummeled with the blasphemy, not I. I know it.
I am not blind. This is not a sense taken away from me, rather a gift I’d just received.
Dare I say, the wrapping isn’t too fancy. Not too ruffled, not to skimpy, for lack of a better word.
For I am not blind you see. Oh no, no the pun is not part of a bitter ironic sense of humor that I’d decided upon whim to create as I speak to you. Oh my, it is all part of the insidious planning my dear. All part and parcel of the plan. Soon it will come to pass, the objective of the creator onto her creation.
Her.
Yes, I did say her.
What? You thought the creator was an almighty Him?
My, my… You truly are the blind one. For it is quite clear, what’s going to happen soon enough.
This grey orbs you are looking at as you listen to me? A mere disturbance in what you perceive to be truth of my frame.
These grey hairs, scraggly and wrinkly skin you also must be observing from that distance in which you stand? All lies that your brain has been washed into believing that is my given form.
Oh no, no dear.
You must remember… You are the one who is blind.
Did you really think, that all you see, is, all you see?
Did you really believe in your sight?
Trust in it perhaps?
Ah… How long have you in blindness been?
nothing
black
white
cloth
street
help
wheel chair
pavement
banana
rock
old man
colours
pity
good deeds
sad
hard
Exploring the web is great.
Being born without the ability to see offers an opportunity unavailable to most. A chance to experience the environment and the people within differently, uniquely. Ignorance of colour, age or style of dress gives blindness a step up in reaching towards what is fair and equal. But ignorance can find new ways to judge. The tone of your voice, the feel of your hand and how you choose to treat the blindness of others. Blindness is not always ignorance, sometimes it’s chosen by those who can see but don’t know how. It is ignorance of blindness that is the place where knowledge must gather.
We are all suffering from blindness, but those born blind have no need to suffer. They can see what most can’t.
darkness
black
sadness
pity
scarf
cloth
street
pavement
god
good deeds
banana
Wer blind ist, sieht nichts mehr. Das kann daran liegen, dass die Augen kaputt sind. Oder die Augen sind intakt und die Weiterleitung zum Gehirn funktioniert nicht mehr. Wer tot ist, ist blind, sollte man glauben, denn dann funktioniert gar nichts mehr im Körper, außer die Verwesung. Aber ist das wirklich so? Wir werden es herausfinden.
we
are
all
blind
it
takes
much
more
than
eyes
to
see
my
darling
we
could
be
the
stars
if
we
were
so
inclined
they ought to call you g2v star, all these people in your orbit. the grass grows to green when you step on them and flowers bloom beside you when you’ve plucked them from their mothers. one look at you and everything brightens before dimming for good, but who would want to look at anything else when they’ve laid their eyes on the sun?
The state of visual loss. Mostly associated with heightened senses of rest. Blindness is like having no cat in the highway.
blindness…how dare Mr. Mcormick talk about blindness like that when he himself was completley oblivious to the gaping hole in my head i knew nothing i was brain dead!
being blind . not see, black, dark, nothing.
darkness, an absence of light and space, greatest fear and most profound liberation
blindness. it’s sad really. they can’t see the beauty of the world. they can hear the screams of pain, but can’t help. they can only hear. imagine never being able to help.
Blindness is a physical condition in which one loses their sight. But strangely enough their other senses are heightened.
But blindness is a metaphorical manner can refer to ignorance… intentional or not.
To be blind means to be free of sense, which is both a curse and a blessing. It is one more thing that you are not being held down by in the temporal world, allowing you to explore other areas of your life without fear, yet it means that you are also limited in others.
cant see anything please help me
i cant go anywhere i will fall and get hurt
i wish it can disappear , we are suffering from virtual blindness , every person deserve a second eye …
When you’re blind, you can’t see.
That’s what they told me.
I didn’t want to see.
Seeing is believing, but I don’t believe.
Sight can be deceived.
That’s why I don’t rely on sight.
I never rely on sight.
Blindness. That’s what I need.
My eyes don’t need to see for me to understand.
I don’t need my eyes.
My eyes?
They’re over there.
hjggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghjjnbhlnv jh jk mblmb jlmn gui;jkh h;kj hjlkjh uhljh mjioy fgjmr yf f..byuoy . uyu. uhghgjhgtyf chl?niyliug mvf yuo ljh mnyftyiyt687 yg mlyf cgj,.g jkk ug iug
yhkj.h ‘;oi jl/ il u;g8y f7ty’ou jh vvkjhg / jhh. hj k …. hjhjh jjjjjjjjjjjjj. jhjkg ,jkg ygf hlmn hil mn guilkjb guilkjh hi
There is a form of blindness I take on every time I walk through my neighborhood. Instead of seeing the garbage, the idol young people with nothing to do, the projects directly behind them… I choose to see the neighborhood that has embraced me as best they can these last four years. I choose to focus on the familiar faces I see almost everyday and savor the kindness they consistently show. I enjoy the mini victories of receiving genuine smiles from the at first doubtful neighbors.
I’ve actually come to be protective of this neighborhood – my neighborhood – BedStuy, Brooklyn, NY, and become defensive when it’s mocked or insulted.
…who cares that I’m really just a white girl from Kansas…
I think being born blind is really scary. Just imagine waking up to a world of darkness. Frightening, scary. I’d feel so lost and helpless. But it’s amazing how the blind feel around and still manage to enjoy the world just like normal people – although in different ways, be it through feeling or smelling. Recently I saw a blind woman making her way up the escalator; there was a lady who offered to help her but she just refused, and eventually made her way up. It was during the peak hour too.
Blindness, can be seen as a form of disability, where one is deprived of the light and hope in life. However, one can overcome blindness by simply feeling with his other senses, and connecting himself back to the world which has abandoned him.
I feel .. Thats all i can do . Seeing isnt something god thought i should be born with. I dont resent him for it , i was raised better then that. But i cant say i exactly love him either. Its not easy when your walking down streets and someone shouts out ” Look!” and you hear “oohs” and “aww” from various people and you know your missing out on something magnificent .
Sorrow, fighting, alone and dark.
Cold world, no joy, tears roll silently down.
What? Warmth? A touch and the light begins to glow!
Soft and soothing, life goes on.
He has been avoiding her. Trying to dodge when they bump into each other. Pretending not to feel the glares upon every piece of his being. But he’s not blind. Nor is he feeling numb. He’s simply doing good at what he does best: closing all the doors and just going blind, deaf and mute.
My eyes perceive no light from the vacant space around me. I squint, but still I cannot see a thing. I heard long ago that our mind sometimes blocks things out, memories, in order to protect us. I wonder if our eyes do the same thing, if the reality of the situation is so great that we cannot handle it even at a glance. I wonder if that is why I can’t see.