My article came out this week. Its been about a month since I met with the Gary Pettus, the writer for Under the Rainbow, a magazine that supports the Blair E. Batson Childrens Hospital. I wasn't sure what they would use, and I have been praying that it would not be melancholy like the t.v. spots Sarah Mclachlan does for the ASPCA. SO RELIEVED! I was happiest to see he touched on my story about the blind girl. She sticks out in my mind all the time.
"People cannot resist touching her windows. She cannot forget the little girl who kept running her hands over one. 'I just knew she was going to slice her hands.' But she kept saying, 'I can see it; I can see it. I can see the colors."
"The girl was blind."
And she was. I held my breath the entire time she ran her fingers up and down that glass. I was thankful that I keep band aids in my purse, but her mom didn't seem phased or worried. I was at an art festival in Oxford, MS when this young lady stepped into my tent. That is an experience that I hope I will always remember. Because even though there is 99.9% chance that she had no clue what my art was about or what it looked like, who am I to say that the texture or smoothness of the glass she was touching didn't express color. I like to think that if Beethoven wrote concertos being deaf, than the blind can see color. Just maybe not how we do.
I am so lucky to have people in my life that have made my recovery from cancer and my growth in my art a celebrated journey. I'm not done yet, and neither are they. I dedicate this article to them.
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