Blurred Vision

May 26th, 2006 Fred McVittie Posted in Clover, Hearing, Seeing, Story, Synaesthesia |

I spent this morning wandering around without my spectacles. I didn’t lose them, everything had just seemed a little bit ’sharp’ and clearly defined recently. Without my specs looking becomes a bit more like listening; things lose their distinction, edges blur, colours run. The world changes from a piece of Russian Constructivist art to an Impressionist piece, a Monet maybe, or sometimes even a Rothko. Much better.

On the subject of art, I bumped into the Indian chap I met on the first day, he said the thing he was enjoying most about The Conference was the artworks, which is wierd because I haven’t seen any artwork here at all yet. I am going to make a special effort to find some over the next few days, maybe if I prime myself to look for it, it will ‘jump out’ at me much like the clover did a few days back. Watch, this space.