CH. 1
When you can’t see and you love art it’s difficult to do or at least that’s what I, Paige Madison thinks. I’ve always loved art even as a little girl, but after the accident I see it in a whole new way. People will look at me when they see my walking dog and sunglasses when I’m at art gallery’s and whisper thinking that I can’t hear and say,
“Wow, why is she even here its not like she can see?” I mean hello people when one thing goes out another source comes on meaning I’m able to hear better then people think I’m blind not deaf.
I see art now as a story about real life not what people imagine but what is seriously happening and I can feel what they feel. Like a picture that I touch and its smooth I feel that someone is either content with their life or is living with the flow. Or a rough surface is anger or jealousy or even death and sadness.
“Wow Paige don’t you think you’re over doing yourself?” my brother Judd asked.
He has always been there for me even before the accident. He is two years older than me and a teacher for the handicap at the local high school.
“I want to feel it Judd, I want to make a painting no one will recognize because it will be different then anyone’s.” I said hopelessly
I always wanted to paint that was what my dream job was to be a painter. I would always drawl pictures for my parents when I was small of my house or a animal but now I want to show people something new and never seen.
“I know sis, I know” was all Judd said before I heard him walking down the hall.
Trying not to dwell on my dreams I went to the living room found the remote and turned on the TV. A reporter came on,
“I’m outside the Candle photo gallery with Jordan Husson son of the rocker Blake Husson and he’s wife Cory”
‘Blake Husson’s kid, why would he be at a photo gallery?’
I turned up the volume and kept listening.
“So Jordan I hear you have a book coming out called ‘All about Nature’ so tell us about it” the women reporter said all cheerfully.
“Well Pam there’s not much to tell its just photos on nature and what a beautifully designed planet we live on” he’s voice was silky smooth with a slight accent but I couldn’t figure out what.
At the sound of the doorbell I stood but not before my brother screamed,
“Oh my gosh Paige come and look at this”
‘How can I look when I can’t see’ I thought to myself but carefully went to the door.
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