Mile 43

43

Mile 67, Little Lake Kachess, Washington State.

Going to Uncle Stevie’s birthday party. Backseat of Mom & Dad’s car.

43 map

I never knew I was cross-eyed. I always thought it so relaxing when my eyes became unfocused. But apparently when my eyes are feeling so relaxed they are in fact drifting toward each other. My eye doctor insisted I get special glasses to correct my cross-eyed-ness. The glasses had a narrow area of focus that went from the center of the glass to the outside then toward the inside were out of focus. So when my poor eyeballs got tired and tried to relax they would encounter the blur and leap back to the center focus. These glasses were only meant for close work so for moving around they were impossible- I ran into things and stumbled all over. I wore them for about a week. Since I cannot see my crossed eyes I choose to ignore them.

Cross-eyedness occurs at a significantly higher rate among artists than among the general population. Apparently, the reason behind this is that depth perception is different with cross-eyes than with the norm – we see 3D shapes flatter. This allows us to render those 3D shapes onto the 2D surfaces of drawings and paintings more effectively than others. And since most people like being good at something, this ability encourages the budding cross-eyed artist to continue pursuing art and perhaps make it their career.

I see the world broken into planes- sort of like stage sets or paperdolls. The world is layered for me and I can draw dimension with ease because my eyes separate the world into spaces.

The first time I put on my anti-cross-eyed-ness glasses I freaked out. It changed the way the world looked, I think I saw in 3D for the first time. And I hated it, everything rounds into everything else. I would rather live in my world of edges.