Now in her eighth concussed month, bink has been drawing with eyes closed. Her eyes are still a hair off from being synchronized, so looking at things can make her sick and dizzy.
Awful!
BUT... her eyes-closed drawings are cool.
Brain injuries are disgusting, frightening, . . . but so fascinating, showing how we live inside our skulls.
In bink's case--her being an artist with a brain injury extra-illuminates how vision happens inside the brain, and how that dark place receives and sends messages to coordinate with the outside world.
This is bink's first panels for The Story of My Concussion.
She says she did open her eyes in places, to see where she was placing the figures and text. I hope she'll continue the story...
Note: Tenebrae means "darkness". It is the Catholic Church's evening service on Good Friday, after Jesus has been laid in the tomb, dead, dead, dead. Every year, bink & Cathy climb up through the above-the-ceiling space in the Basilica here, carrying rose petals, and drop the dark red petals at the end of the service.
And here are my girlettes:
