This poem came from the February 8, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from puffbird who wanted to explore visual divergences (depth perception, color blindness, etc.) and art, and by janetmiles who mused about the visionary/mystic/mentally ill spectrum. It was sponsored by the_vulture.
Sometimes it is the quirks
in our bodies and minds
that lead to our creativity.
Body dysphoria is not so far
from caricature and cartoons.
The artist without depth perception
may take to stained glass or quilting
or stylized drawing.
If we all saw the world the same way,
we would have no Picasso and no Cubism,
no Monet and no Impressionism.
We would be reft of insight
and left without vision
in a world full of sights to see,
had we not the sights to see them.