
Nikki
| This oil painting of Nikki, the sister of the white tigress Nia that was in the last Art and Tales by Acree email message, was finished last Tuesday, the day before my eye surgery. She lives at PrideRock Wildlife Refuge near Terrell, Texas. While typing this, I was remembering her licking my hand.
So many of you have emailed me wanting to know how my eye surgery went. Well, I got up on that surgical operating room table, without sedation, so I was wide awake and was fully aware of everything that was happening. That young surgeon lady named Judy and her nurse assistant "chit-chatted" about what was going on in their lives while Dr. Judy drilled, pushed and pulled on my right eye. Finally Dr. Judy said "Mr. Carlisle, only one more minute to go, I am putting your new lens in now". After more pushing and pulling on the eye, she said that they were through. They put an eye patch over the eye and wheeled me into the Recovery Room. In the recovery Room, I discovered that there were holes in the eye patch through which I could see with my new right eye. The first thing I discovered was that the color of the blanket over my legs was snow white, not the off-white yellow-tan that my left eye said it was. Then the same thing applied to the ceiling lights in the room. I was stunned to see white again. I had heard about this before the surgery, but I didn't quite believe it. On the way home, my left eye saw the world with this nice soft yellow-tan light and my new right eye saw bright intense blue-white light. My brain is having a tough time trying to figure out what to tell me what my vision really is now. My left eye says everything is blurry and sunset yellow in color and my right eye says everything is bright blue-white and crystal clear. The other problem is that my brain was used to seeing everything through glasses with a lot of magnification and now I prefer to see the world through my new right eye without the glasses. Now everything is much smaller than what I was used to seeing For instance, the shoes on my feet when I stand up look tiny way down there as if I must be ten or fifteen feet tall. Getting back to this painting of Nikki, when I looked at it with my new eye yesterday, I decided that the whites need to be whiter in places and the orange colors in her hair needed to be stronger in color in places. She is a beautiful tigress and I so hope that this oil painting of her preserves her dignity and beauty forever. |