(January 25, 2014 at 2:50 am)BrokenQuill92 Wrote: I suppose I'm still wrapping my head around the irony of being a blind artist. Most of the physical adjusting I've taken to like ducks to water. It's waking up everyday knowing there are over 30 shades of turquoise and not being able to use them properly that gets to me. Now I'm going to shut up cuz I'm just depressing myself.
If it's any consolation, I have 72 coloring pencils with (obviously) a lot of variety and shades, and despite being able to see, I can't use them properly
But isn't there any good software for blind artists to help recognize shades and such?
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura