“I am not a blind woman, I am a woman who is blind,” she confidently states, arms draped over the wood of her rocking chair. The wind ripples through the metal chimes that hang off the side of her screened-in-porch. I take note as she glides through her home. Her home's corners are pinpointed and hallways are mapped out in her mind. Her hands drag along the cold marble that leads her into her alcove kitchen.
Patricia; “You look beautiful, you know I can’t even see you” studies the character and resilience of Elms’s grandmother becoming a “woman who is blind.” Patricia’s eyesight began to deteriorate 15 years ago following numerous eye procedures. Her world slowly lost its opacity, contrast, and sharpness. As an image maker and interviewer, Elms dissects the mentality and tenacity of her grandmother.
