sight savers As an examination in physics, I look back through the years. "I ain't blind!" I argued a ponderous question continued to play hide-and-seek. But the proximity of a wall blocked my vision. I walked to the outer fringe where the machinery was crude, the hammer, the boxing gloves, the dangerous chemicals. I kept swinging hard to interpret the blurs and shadows. Thought and industry hung still in the tool house, until some shiny spots caught my eye. I had a fix on it yet, I suspect the weakness of vision. "Will it be a long time before I can see everything?" "Is being able to see a good thing?"
oil, collage on photo, 20" x 28", 1998
JAMES W JOHNSON