I am colorblind. I can see many colors but I get some mixed up. Browns and greens and blues and purple are the colors I mix up the most. I have names for these colors. I call blue or purple colors that I get confused plurple, and greens and browns that I get confused breen.
I don’t know if until now I was ever ok with being colorblind.
When I found out I was colorblind when I was very young. I remember taking that test where you see those line through the color maps. I remember a man came to our school and gave us all a test. He asked me to follow the line with my finger and make the shape that I see. I did not see a shape.
So I faked it. I pretended that I saw something and drew it with my finger. I did not want to be weird, all the other kids could see it why couldn’t I? My attempts to fake the line did not work. I still remember this day and I was devastated when the man told me all the things I could never do. He told me that I could never fly a plane. I remember being crushed. Thinking about this now as a grown up I think this guy was. could of told my parents and they could of told me the news in a way that I could handle. That’s the worst thing you can tell a kid with a huge imagenation as I had. After that I did not tell people about me being colorblind. It was sore subject.
There are some funny stories about being a colorblind artist later on in highschool. I started getting a bit know as a painter. A girl name Rachel English asked me if I would paint her. I talked her into doing nude. She was a woman and I was still a boy. I was nervous but excited. I remember it was a very cold night at my parents house in Sacramento. When she arrived I had been trying to heat the back shed where I was to paint her. I had like three heaters going and I tripped a breaker. This started the night off…well off. When we finally got the lights back on I began painting. She took her clothes of and I started to mix her flesh tones. Only problem was dark and you see I had not mastered the art of mixing flesh tones yet and I was nervous…Naked girl in the back shed…… I grabbed a green instead of a brown. I mixed white in the green and to me this green looked like a light brown( i get green and brown mixed up. they can look the same to me. I finished the painting and when she looked at it she said well it looks good but why am I green…..It is very hard to explain green flesh and I think my face must of turned an bright red.
I think that I always have resented being colorblind. I have hid it from most people. In fact I went through two years at UC Santa Cruz and nobody ever new. I even taught a begging color theory lesson to a class one day. For a while I was convinced that I was not colorblind and it was the rest of the world that saw everything wrong.
I have always wondered what some of the colors look like that I can’t see. If I had the choice now to correct my eyes I would not take it though. I like the way I see the world.
For the first time in my life I am looking of it as a advantage instead of a hindrance.