I’m sorry to report that I have no pictures.
Huh AC? Whachoo takin about man? Cause I know dat dat deres a picture.
So, let’s back up a bit and explain the pictures before we try to explain the title and the topic sentence.
Regarding the photos, let me explain that Cuppa has a new hobby which she is jumping into with both feet, which is good. As plain as the nose on your face, she has gotten pretty creative, pretty fast. She has certainly gone far beyond simply stringing beads on a wire.
She say that she gets frustrated because she has all sorts of pictures in her head of what she wants to do, but she doesn’t always have the knowledge and expertise to create her vision. Yet!
Having covered that, let’s move onto the explication of the “I Have No Pictures” lead.
Cuppa mentioning her vision, brings up a fundamental difference between her and me and doubtless between me and most of the rest of humanity. You see, I have no pictures in my head. They’re just not there.
Oh, I don’t see a blank wall when I dream, whether a sleepdream or a daydream. There’s a movie of sorts going on in me ‘ead. The same is true when I’m reading a story. Images do flash across my brain. It’s just that I would be extremely hard pressed describe them to you, for the moment that I try to consciously bring a picture to mind so that I can examine it, it leaves. More or less anyway although some fuzzy shape likely remains.
For example: if I were to daydream about a rabbit, I’m sure I would see a rabbit. I imagine that it wouldn’t be as clear as somebody else’s rabbit, but it would be recognizable and theoretically describable. Dreams happen spontaneously, so I see it, but I would have a great problem in freeze framing the rabbit in order to draw it. Oh, I can sort of see brown fur, big ears, and black eyes. But it’s all pretty vague and fuzzy. I just can’t picture the rabbit clearly.
Maybe that’s why photography is the only arty thing that I can do — sort of do at any rate. Because the picture already is there in front of me. Even then, when it comes to processing the image, it seems to be more a case of me saying,”I wonder what would happen if I were to do X, Y or Z?” rather than me knowing what I want it to look like ahead of time and then go about creating my vision.
I have been classified as a visual learner, and maybe that’s because I need to actually see a picture to properly comprehend the subject at hand. Perhaps that’s why I was a geography major and teacher — because I could always refer to a map. I can more or less see maps in my minds for some reason — at least in outline form
So, that’s a little something that you most likely didn’t know about me. In fact, for a long time, I didn’t realize that I was lacking in this respect compared to others. It wasn’t that I hadn’t figured out this vacuity before Cuppa mentioned the visions in her head the other day, but it did take me quite a while in this life to realize that I actually have something missing that most other people don’t. Some people can’t sing a note; others can’t do math or figure out directions. Me? I can’t see pictures very well in my imagination.
So be it.