WHEN THE DOTS BECOME BLURRED

I want to take a moment to share something personal with you all. Since about two years, I've been grappling with a challenge that has deeply affected me as a passionate painter: the sudden decline in my eyesight.

It's been a journey filled with frustration and uncertainty. My once sharp vision, which I relied on to bring my artistic visions to life, had become compromised - possibly due to my diabetes or the effects of multiple Covid vaccinations I had to take in order to be able to travel. This unexpected turn shook me to the core.

You see, painting isn't just a hobby for me - it's a lifeline. For years, I was caught up in the whirlwind of life and a very different profession, with little time to pursue my artistic passions. Now in retirement, I finally had the freedom to immerse myself fully into my art. It was a time of rejuvenation, a chance to explore my creativity without time constraints.

And then, just as I was in full throttle to embrace this newfound chapter in my life, my eyesight suddenly faltered. The points became blurred, the colours muted. What was once a source of joy and fulfillment suddenly felt out of reach.

But amidst the frustration and disappointment, I've come to realize just how much painting means to me. It's not merely a pasttime or a way to pass the time - it is a part of who I am. It's a form of expression, a way to communicate the depths of my soul when words fall short. It's a sanctuary where I can lose myself in the beauty of creation, where the world fades away and only the paper, colours, feather pen and I remain.

So yes, my eyesight problem had been devastating. I had to receive injections directly into the eyes, and was left hoping for improvement over months. Now I feel, it's getting better with every injection. I can see my dots clearly again, with glasses of course.

Be excited to see my new paintings in a month or two.

Stay healthy and happy

Yours,

Mohamed Hamida