Here I am, 43 years old, and I discovered something about myself in the last few days that I never realized before. I am not satisfied with just seeing something, I have to touch it and feel the texture before I am satisfied with it. When we were at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, my friend pointed out to me that I kept touching the flowers, something I hadn't really noticed myself doing. I mean, I knew I did it, but I didn't realize to what extent.. and then I started paying attention. I have an odd need to know if what I am looking at is fragile or tough, bendy or hard, rough or smooth. Touching is the best way to find out.
I bet its the sign of an artistic genius.
Either that or I'm still a mental toddler.
3 comments:
heyyyyy
I would go with the latter.
Canuck Blogger
it's all about the tactile cature of things. people use touch as a big piece of the sensory experience. that's one of the reasons that buying fruit and vegetables o line struggles. people won't trust the product unless they can touch it.
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