critical analysis of Sam Sloan

As we approached the picnic table, even though there was loud construction taking place across the street, all I could focus on is what Sam was doing sitting there blindfolded. She had two or three paintings already finished set on the ground and was working on one while we walked up. The paintings looked like a five year old made them and had lots of vivid colors. She was taking paint and putting it into her hands to finger paint as she used only the sense of touch to feel where she was applying it to the paper. I got a sense of trying to see what exactly she thought she was making even though she really had no idea how it looked. I liked the struggle she had between herself and trying to find what color paint she was attempted to put down. She counted with her hand how many colors over to find the color she desired, she had them in the order ROYGBV. It made me wonder if she had an intention as to where she was putting the paint and what color she was using. The first paintings she had done seemed to use a lot more vivid colors, but as time went on they got less colorful. Maybe this was caused by her annoyance of the loud noises across the street or maybe she no longer knew what colors she was using. I enjoyed this piece because of it's ability to empathize with me and what it would be like to be blind since that is one of my biggest fears.