She lives in a world of enchantment where glimmer and shine abound. Her hands create watery blues that turn into turquoise with bursts of purple screaming off kite tails. They are abstract but defined pieces with untold mystery and the awe of an uninhibited child mixed in. Her world is silent, there has never been a sound registered in her memory but she listens to everything then captures it all in oils. She has no idea what passion music brings except for the rhythm's she feels in the remnants of sound waves passing her by. Yet somehow her art imitates music with flow and rhyme and the beauty of notes randomly yet expertly put together. She is a musician.
He hears tones and feels resonance that pass others by. He creates whimsical notes with deep vibration and soft pitch that fly around you and dance freely in your mind. He has never seen color or hue. Never has he experienced the sun exploding over the horizon or the iridescence in a child's dark hair. His renderings bring you to a myriad of shades and hues that envelope you with warmth. He sees the autumnal sunsets and the shimmering dust of stars on a deep blue night and captures it in sound. He creates the beaming white smiles of children and the toss of a bright red ball. He is a painter.
Never let a "disability" define you when it can redefine you.