I had a terrible vision: I saw an encyclopedia walk up to a polymath and open him up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I tend to have a kind of tunnel vision when I'm looking at an individual piece.
I have ridiculously bad eyesight, but I have learned to live with an impressionistic view. Life is a Monet painting. I wander around enjoying myopia.
The human eye has long fascinated lovers, artists and physicians. The ancient Greeks dissected eyes, but struggled to understand how they worked, unclear as to whether they received or emanated light.
Architecture struck me between the eye and the eyeball.
I saw what looked like another fallen tree in front of me and put my foot on it to cross over. At that moment it reared up in front of me-the biggest python I had ever seen!
Once I opened my eyes to the realities of life, I couldn't close them.
I used to go and flatten my nose against that window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.
All of a sudden, those few pages of script that he had shown me with the weird images I could visualize all of that in my brain, and I knew that there was this mad little genius at work here and I really wanted to do the film.
Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.
Words, like glass, obscure when they do not aid vision.