SIGHTLESSNESS, experimental, 2014

 

Do illusions of reality still exist if we are not able to see them?

Immersed in such thoughts they sweep through the landscapes of their foreheads,
Melting their darkness into an euphoric state of touch.

Which ingredient transforms a touch into an image, he asked.

Is it the scent of early memories that persists in shaping our illusions?
Perhaps melodies of touch draw pictures in our heads that create a smell of childhood.

I wonder what happens when mirrors forget your reflection.

Maybe the sighted just might be more sightless than the ones who can not see.