October 2, 2017 - 22:00
The reading "A Portrait of the Artist by his Blind Daughter" has changed my viewpoints on the visual art and drawings. Because we artist draws what we see, when the author's father told her that she was not drawing the cup as she actually sees it, I feel the sudden sentiment building up in my chest. She has the partial blindness and no one can see that. The only way we would know that is if she paints exactly what she sees. It makes me feel that deep inside she may have felt lonely because of such problem. Also the color description in many parts of the story makes it interesting, especially when she talked about how color captures the light differently almost personifies the color as a person, some more showy and exrroverted, some more reserved and timid. The way the author phrases it sounds as if light is also a living creature attracted by the character of each color. Also when she wrote about the idea of favorite color and associating certain color with certain people, although I agree with the part that says how color has universal effect, I also believe that each color also affect each individual differently. If the color has personality, it would only be normal if the color itself is also attached to certain things. Finally, I got particularly emotional when she talked about how the doctor looked at her retina and described how beautiful it is even though that is what makes her unable to see, and talk as if she was not there. It may sound personal but I think the doctors should be more considerate when it comes to such matter.