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Dang. I just got my first hate mail since I was, like, in high school. I've also gotten a lot of (rather more polite) questions about it so I figured I'd make a post about it so I can pin it to my profile.

I am a #blind slash #lowVision #VisualArtist. I have been doing art for as long as I have been very slowly going blind, which is over half my life. As for my abilities (or disability): I wear increasingly thick glasses that don't do much for me beyond the very close up (I use my phone's camera to look for things, for example), and have numerous blind spots on top of it. This isn't like what you might expect; it's not black or grey spots. My brain fills it in with what it thinks ought to be there (as does yours), and it does a really terrible job of it. I am incapable of seeing straight lines. I stopped driving a few years ago when I noticed I had a blind spot the size of a car in the other lane - cars would literally just blink out of existence, then back again half a second later. It was a scary realization. My spouse has recently convinced me I need a cane if for no other reason than so I stop running into people in public.

As an artist, I mostly do #watercolor now because I can see my subject (a picture on my phone) and my canvas up close. Mostly I paint bugs because I studied #entomology so I understand the anatomy that I am working with. I started out as a photographer, which I don't do much of anymore because I can't see through a view finder. What I have is degenerative, so I will continue losing pieces of my vision for the rest of my life. I will probably get more into linocuts and sculpture in a few years as watercolor becomes less an option.

I also write, quite often about blind characters! I am 100% self-published, which means they're not perfect, which I think just adds to their charm.

When the living rot on the bodies of the dead
When the combatants’ teeth become knives
When words lose their meaning and become arsenic
When the aggressors’ nails become claws
When old friends hurry to join the carnage
When the victors’ eyes become live shells
When clergymen pick up the hammer and crucify
When officials open the door to the enemy
When the mountain peoples’ feet weigh like elephants
When roses grow only in cemeteries
When they eat the Palestinian’s liver before he’s even dead
When the sun itself has no other purpose than being a shroud

the human tide moves on . . .

By Etel Adnan, “XXXIX” from The Arab Apocalypse.

Etel Adnan was a #Lebanese #American #poet , #essayist & #VisualArtist. Adnan always lived between different languages & cultures. She spoke French, English, Greek & Turkish & lived in Paris, Beirut & California.

#Art was like home to her, something to hold on to; a language that transcends borders and cultures.

‘Colours make visible what the person is trying to say, but silent’.

One of her best-known works is Sitt Marie Rose (1978), in which she writes about the horrors of the Lebanese civil war.

Adnan began writing in French, but gradually discovered the language’s colonial undertones.

Etel Adnan grew up in Beirut, Lebanon, which was under French mandate at the time. Everyone learned French at school. Arabic, which most people spoke, became an inferior language.

poetryfoundation.org/poets/ete

#Decolonization
#poems
#poetry
#ResistancePoems

The Poetry FoundationEtel AdnanPoems, readings, poetry news and the entire 110-year archive of POETRY magazine.

Behind the scenes:

Working in collaboration with a coder to rejuvenate my, admittedly currently crap, website.

I've rebooted my Instagram account in a slightly different way and I'm using the Foto app more.

In year two of preparing a large accessible multi-media installation relating to late stage capitalism (as you do!). Think it will take another year before it's ready to go and thankfully the first gallery space is available as and when. Ilford Photo have given me assistance with discounted film purchase which I'm incredibly grateful for. I need to find a worthy, and local, collaborator who knows their shit with video editing software.

Going through all of my it-goes-back-to-the-80's photography archive and reworking a LOT of photographs.

Aims:
Publication of several fine art monograph books (this is far harder than it sounds).
Exhibitions/installations of work.
Win the Taylor Wessing Portrait Prize (Ha!)
Win the Turner Prize (OK, that's now pushing things somewhat!)

Inherited several boxes of negatives from the late in-laws which I feel is of national importance. Both were teachers, both took 'proper' photographs of their school trips, as well as their own, so I've got images of kids at school/them going back to the 1940's. Believe this needs to be in the public realm as it's both our local & social history.

Preparing some work for possible exhibition at the Bradford National Science & Media (formerly their photography) Museum re-opening, pending approval.

Waiting, impatiently, for the outcome of my Arts Council bursary application which will be at the start of November. I'm remaining nonchalant as have constantly fallen flat on my face since year dot.

And as always, out and about with my film cameras, although not so often in summer.

That's me.