That was until my friend Marie practically grabbed me by the hand and took me to print my photographs for the first time ever. She said “Sarah, you take photos of things most people just walk past.”
This followed with an exercise of drawing by looking at the object but not looking at the page. I was dictated by my thought “Sarah, you are already visually impaired, draw how you SEE” this came really naturally, sound and feeling took over, I could hear the edge of the pencil scrapping along the white paper. I could feel the pull on my eyelids, trying to close and do this in darkness. This time 90 seconds was not long enough. The final exercise was possibly, one of the hardest things I had done.
No looking at the page and using our non-dominant hand. I felt paralysed. I couldn't put the pencil on the paper. It felt really unnatural “I can’t do it” looking up pencil hovering over the page. But I closed my eyes and sat in the darkness, before I knew it I was drawing. It freed me, it freed me from the pull of not doing it. After 90 seconds I opened my eyes and looked down, I was astounded how much of form can be drawn with thought alone.
The thought of that ending created a sense of sadness in me I never felt before.