Series of blind children's images, suggesting deeper insight with closed eyes.
Straight down the hallway, then left, left again, and once more to the left, and again to the left — and there will be the gym. The hallway is lit up, in shades of blue and turquoise — Caribbean colors — it smells clean. A tunnel, then light again, and then another tunnel, and more light — a tunnel — doors — I open them — I’m blinded.
In front of me stands a young physical therapy teacher — she’s holding a child in her arms — teaching her how to walk. At that moment, I already know that somehow, I have to convince this child to be part of my photos.
But the child — no! No! No! She doesn’t want to. She lowers her head — her eyes are hidden — long red hair — she shrugs — twists her legs — this child is learning to walk, and her body moves like a dance — full of grace you can’t teach.
This child could walk the runway today — perform modern dance — a talent like this, a gift for movement, can’t go to waste.
If only she could see — but this is a school for the blind. And I’m here because I’m searching — I want to see you. I chose you.
This is part of a series of images — about human disabilities — about not seeing.
I feel uneasy — I try to understand, find a sense. What if not-seeing has a purpose. But what purpose?
Or maybe — maybe it’s a gift?
Maybe when I close the eyes I will truly see?
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