Recently, I was asked about the way I use colour. The person asking described my colours as “intense”.
It’s true, – I see colours intensely. I can feel/taste/smell even hear their notes. Colours “sing” to me – however subtle the tint, the hue is there…
…pale skin reflecting warm light hums vermillion against a background of orchestrated blues…
…lilting violet perfumes the shadows, whilst the yellows rise to a pitch of buttery sunlight
Your description of synaesthaesia is awesome ; especially to someone like me whose two eyes each give such different colour reports nowadays , but also, and much more importantly, absolutely speaking, as an amazing gift which seems , to one who has NEVER had it , like a “sixth sense”, which it truly is.
I had heard a rare musician once talking of being able to distinguish different recorded performances of the same work by the same Conductor , NOT by the sound of a particular chord but, rather ,by its different (literally-speaking)- COLOUR , in the different versions. But you describe being gifted to “hear, taste and even smell colour” and this , to someone who can’t do any of it, is as amazing as if you were able to see through walls.
February 27, 2016 at 12:18 am