All things pass. Summer must end, and the swallows will leave this hither shore…
Celebrían of Rivendell.
Watercolour and white gouache on Canson Héritage cold-pressed paper, 30×23 cm
Naples Yellow, Raw Umber, Lavender (Mijello)
Ultramarine Blue (Sennelier)
Dragon’s Blood (Maimeri)
One of the more personal pieces I’ve done in my life, with a thin coating of Tolkien. It’s been the most uprooting year of my life, with the death of my brother, an eye condition that will probably forever leave me unable to read properly, plus a lot of of other things that, on their own, would have been enough to make me say they were bad, but in the end, only added to a heap of hardships and downright misery since spring.
In February, I was diagnosed with AMNR (acute macular neuroretinopathy), a non-progressive eye condition that results in a blind little spot on the retina. Only 100+ cases are documented, so there is no treatment, cure, therapy, or research. It means that letters are missing from everything I’m trying to read, and I can no longer focus on tiny details, even with a x3 magnifying glass, because they just swim out of focus or are hidden by the blind spot. My left eye can’t compensate, because of another eye condition I’ve had since childhood which never bothered me until now.
(On this note, while I appreciate people’s eagerness to help, please do not give me tips, unless you know someone with *very central* AMNR who has found something that helped them. I’m seeing an excellent doctor who has people coming to him from all over Europe and Asia, so I’m in good hands. And tips born of unqualified knowledge, which, of necessity, is all that anyone could have, just hurt. A lot.)
Last autumn, I felt that I had reached the place where I wanted to be in my life; now life is telling me that I have to fight to keep it. Thanks a lot for not letting me become complacent, life.