Several friends have remarked that my poems about losing eyesight and my vivid and somewhat detailed drawings seem to contradict each other.
My drawings and paintings are about the world outside my self, and benefit from my moving close to my subject, or working in particularly bright sunlight, or imagining details I cannot see. Drawings and paintings are not photographs, and artistic license is a powerful tool and enabler.
My poems, on the other hand, are about what I see at the moment and how I feel as I move through my days. Some thoughts and feelings are exaggerated in that moment, and upon careful observation of the real world outside might be modified and not emotive enough to be worthy of poetry.
I can imagine that some artist/poet might produce work that reinforces itself in both media; and I can imagine an artist/poet whose work is so jarringly disparate in each medium that it might be hard to accept as the work of one particular person
We are human, we are complicated, and we struggle to make sense of life in whatever ways we can.