Sunday, March 10, 2024

#41 of 52 Tiny Mandalas drawn with my non-dominant left hand (the true color here is elusive) / Devin Kelly's essay on falling and getting back up

The camera on my cell phone distorted the blues in this mandala.  I wish you could see the true colors.  Nothing I did with the edit function could remedy the discrepancy between the actual mandala and the photo image.  

This reminds me of my recent experience with replacing the lenses in my glasses.  The optician asked if I would like the new lenses on my old frames to have a blue light filter to protect my eyes during the hours I spend looking at my laptop.  I said, "Sure."  It took me about a week looking through those new lenses to realize that the blue light filter gave the world a yellowish tint, making everything, especially the sky look the way it looked before I had cataract surgery.  The yellowish tint had a decidedly depressive effect on me.  One afternoon I took the glasses off and realized that the world looked so much better.  When I compared the view through the blue light filter and the true color of the sky, I was appalled by the way the filter diminished the beauty of the color of the sky.  The relief I experienced at seeing the true color of the sky was astounding. 

When I called the optician's office, I was assured that they would replace the lenses at no cost.  They had forgotten that they had told me that my frames could not sustain another change of lenses because those frames are 50 years old.  All was not lost, however.  Now I have a pair of glasses with lenses that are protecting my eyes (albeit with the color distortion) for the hours that I sit at my laptop, and I bought a new frame and had clear lenses inserted that allow me to see the true colors that I love so dearly.

I love this song. Always will. It brings healing tears every time I hear it.


Grateful to have found Devin Kelly's Substack through a link from Sabine's blog and to have read the essay he linked to in today's post.

1 comment:

Sabine said...

That essay impressed me, too.
When my father lost most of his eyesight in one eye after a mini stroke, he did not tell anybody, mainly because he was concerned that he may lose his driving license or that we would insist on life changes etc.
He managed really well, could have fooled anybody but for reasons we never quite understood, his colour sense had changed. He loved taking pictures and had a specific spot he visited every year to take pictures of the wild nascissus in flower (orange, yellow, vivid!) but that first year after his stroke, he claimed there were none. He could not see the colours. It came back to him eventually or some of it at least but he remained colour blind to some colours ever since..