“Blinded” introduces us to a racially ambiguous “everywoman” who seems content.
But something’s not right.
She’s supported by a pink-tinged desert-scape. It’s beautiful. But dry. And half empty.
Beyond is the universe. Everything is available.
But our everywoman is blinded by the pink bar that keeps her from seeing her potential.
And we are blocked from seeing her eyes — the window to the soul. Read the rest of this entry