It has been suggested that the phenomena of dyslexia may be the next stage of human evolution; individuals who are gifted with the phenomena
of dyslexia often see more than others. At times they may read slower, but imagine if you had to decode every page first would it not slow down your reading?
In the beginning was the word but there was always another element the spaces between the words, a hidden code, just like without silence there can be no music.
Reading without the spaces i is just one big word-search, difficult to understand. As an artist every written page, past present or future is a unique piece of art.
This is the first piece that was created Hamlet In Dyslexia,
Each dot represents a space whilst the dark flowing lines represented the “rivers” often experienced on a page sometimes static
at other times skipping and dancing down the page.
The next piece created focused on the vowels in a piece of poetry by T S Eliot each vowel allocated a colour.
The aim here was to simulate the promotional effect that is sometimes experienced where certain letters
seem to jump of the page whilst others seem to hide in the distance giving the text a 3D effect.
The final piece in this post is Numeric Symphony in Red and is based on the effect that when you look at a table of numbers they seem to come together
and dance.
Curiously although this is based on numbers most viewers who have dyslexic traits can see the numbers
quickly whilst those who have not the gift see dancing shapes.
finally I would like to leave you with a comment I heard or imagined cannot remember which :
” Dyslexia is frustrating, – Frustrating waiting for others to catch up”.
That all for now, as usual look forward to hearing your views.
Swinging her feet over the end of the bed she headed to the shower, after the ritual cleansing she dried her hair and slipped into a bright yellow dress with white spots.
With increasing anticipation she grabbed the collected regalia required for the spiritual experience about to occur.
The celestial journey began as she stepped out of the door.
A Gender Mystery – Retail Therapy
Sylph like she glided between the aisles, as if drawn by some mystical force she moved on eyes glazed and yet somehow curiously focused.
The first stop was the seat at the cosmetic counter where she talked briefly to the high priestess of glamour, who with potions and colour heightened her radiance and lifted her self-confidence.
Uplifted, but thirsty, she headed to the watering hole for refreshment. After standing in line she ordered a skinny
latte.
Across the crowded room their eyes met , picking up her refreshment she made her way over to her fellow disciple.
Sitting down, eyes locked, watching every nuance of facial expression intently, making sure that nothing was misunderstood, they exchanged observations. Refreshed they departed to explore more aisles of pleasure,
prepared and armed with knowledge shared.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, steps truncated, mind started to blur, it was time, exhausted, and yet inspired by the visionary gifts
of humankind’s ingenuity. She made the journey home.
The journey ended, crossing the threshold, as many times before, now time to meditate and reflect.
Retail Therapy, – he would not understand, – the mystery and wonder of window shopping.