The name is
aphantasia.
In the blog post
where I talked about the failed covers of The Bright Black Sea, I
mentioned that I could not picture peoples' faces in my head, or
indeed, as I explored my mind more, that I could not picture anything
clearly in my head. At best I'd “see” a vague impression, from
which I might be able to piece by piece reconstruct an image. For
example, I can probably draw a good picture of my house without
looking at it, because I “know” what it looks like without
actually “seeing” it in my mind, at least not as a complete
image.
The reason why I
mentioned this in the post was because I had considered a cover with
characters on it, and rejected it for two reasons. The first was that
I had no clear mental images of my characters. In my writing, you'll
find few references to how they look, most are vague and you're free
to ignore them, which reflects the fact that I don't have pictures of
real people, people I see everyday and/or have known all my life,
much less make believe ones. I could, I suppose, make a spread sheet
of each character's physical characteristics, tall,/short,
blond/black/brown/red hair, etc. and then just plug those features in
when writing about that character, but since there appearance isn't
important to me, I'd probably never think about doing it anyways.
The upside is that
rather than try to compensate for this imaginative gap with a cheat
sheet, I just outsource the job to you, my readers. You're free to
imagine them anyway you like. Anyway they appear in your mind while
reading about them goes. And that being the case, I didn't want to
give them any physical appearance on a cover or interior art. They're
yours to image.
A few weeks after
that post, I came across an article that describes this condition of
not being able to see images in one's mind, a condition called
aphantasia.
The
BBC article is here: http://www.bbc.com/news/health-34039054
I
suppose there are degrees in every condition. I have no trouble
finding my car in a parking lot, and I don't think I would even if it
wasn't bright green. (My
wife's choice.) I
still can
find my way around
places I've visited in many years. And strangely enough, I'm pretty
certain
that I dream in fairly images, though that's a bit hard to say,
because while
I retain
the impression of images,
I
can't recall more
than an impression of those
images – the condition reasserts itself in my waking mind.
I
found
this
interesting. I had realized long
before this article that other people could recall
events much
more vividly in mind than I could, so
the
condition itself
was
no surprise, only
that it was a diagnosed condition. I
don't see it as any sort of handicap. I'm
a painter, after all, and most of my paintings are strictly from
“imagination”. While my later acrylics are often impressionistic,
my earlier work is much more realistic. (There are a few samples of
this style on my DeviantArt site.) In
all of them, I
wasn't painting from what I could “see” in my mind, so much as
taking an impression of a place,/time/mood
and then engineering something
like it
onto
the paper or board – and as often as not, into something different
than what
I
set out to paint.
The
one downside is that
I don't
get my
money's worth as a tourist. I know I was there, but
the only way to relive it, is to look
at the
photos
taken. I can not replay the sights and sounds in my mind over
and over again,
like other people can. Seeing
that I hate to travel, that's no big deal, though I wonder if this
inability to relive the experience has something to do with my
disinclination to travel. What's
the cart, what's the horse?
And
since I
can easily
find
plenty of photos of everywhere, and view many places on street view,
going so place to take pictures, and
putting up with all the wear and tear and stress of travel is not
worth it.