|Just because you consider it art, |
doesn't mean someone else does.
Fortunately, the opposite of that
is also true.
I don't believe God is a person that you can put a face upon, predict their intentions, and then use that to substantiate your existence. If you have to define a deity in human terms at all then you'd just have to realize that they are the creators of the natural laws. The laws of science. And as long as you stay within those lines you'll be happy. Try and bend the way the universe works to your own designs and you'll always be upset in the end.|
Current Residence: Philthydelphia, the City of Brotherly Sludge
Operating System: Cut the patient open, repair the disease, close the patient
Skin of choice: Soft... Freckles a plus
Personal Quote: No miedo de la muerte...no miedo de la vida
It's hard to believe I've been inactive for so long. I honestly hope not much has changed in the core of this site's purpose: What makes Deviant Art great.
But I feel like I owe people an explanation for not being around for more than a year.
For those of you who are in the know, sorry if I'm repeating myself, but late in 2009 I was on my bicycle when I was struck by a construction van. The driver said he “just didn't see me.” It resulted in permanent nerve damage.
Sure, that's slowed me down, but what finally stopped me...well...to be blunt, I was going blind.
Blindness. For a photographer, painter, woodworker and writer, that was a nightmare. When I was first told about it I was in shock. The doctors and I couldn't figure it out. A thick layer of opaque goop was building up behind the lens of my eye. I was way too young for this. Then I spoke to my mother who had never told me before now it was hereditary.
I was angry. “How could you not have let me know this was something I had to be careful of?”
“I was hoping it might skip you. Besides, a simple operation can take care of it.”
“I can't have a 'simple operation'. I'm on Public Health.”
And so on.
It took me over a year to sort out the insurance, doctor's visits, and arrangements. Sure. Simple operation. For over a year, my condition got worse and worse. I couldn't leave the house without an escort. During the day, everything was such a glare that I couldn't see the color of stop lights to cross the street, and at night I couldn't see the street. It was like I was looking at everything through a thick layer of petroleum jelly.
For over a year, I was just trapped in my own head. I couldn't read or write. Woodworking would only have been an option if I wanted to lose fingers. I would put movies in the DVD player, watch blobs on the screen, and try to remember what the movie I had once watched looked like. I am honestly shocked I didn't go insane.
Two months now, and it's practically over. Two of four surgeries have been completed and I can now see well enough to do most things again. When I am in the kitchen, I can see the difference between my hand and a potato. When I go to the computer, I can actually see what's on the screen. And I have bought dozens of books.