#seeing colours

[visualcontinuum]

.349. Hommage to the circle

[gemlibscorp]

The grass does not look as green as it used to. Does it really matter? You remember it. You feel it. So it is still green.

[lias36912]

Soulmate Au - seeing colours after meeting them

I just realized how unique art would be in such a world. It would be like that one challenge, where the artists picks colours, only to desaturate them and draw with the gray tones and then saturate them again after they are finished. Only, that they might never see the coloured result. In a world such as that, it would probably make a great difference if you can see the colours while drawing or not and even just looking at art.

If you see in gray-scale, you are working more with the values than the colour, but it would also make a really interesting finished piece in most cases.

If you can see colours, but aren't great at translating them to values, your works might not be completely perceivable for the many, who can't see colours.

And these are just two points of many possible options. What would the art be like, in a world such as this?

[ineffable-monster-romancer]

I see colours when I listen to music, and I associate colours with certain people when they talk to me. And apparently this isn't common so if anyone has a clue?

[andromedasstars]

does anyone else see colour or patterns when they listen to music? or feel/see certain sounds? 

[mousetaiga]

The only way in which I see colours. And the hope that they will return to me.

I've never been happy.

Before I was empty and tired, I was angry. I have never been happy.

I spent most of my 7th birthday party sat under the dinning room table smashing my body against the table legs and screaming that I wanted to kill myself.

But I always had one thing that made me feel. The only way I could see colours, as it were, through books. These incredibly consuming stories.

Literature is an important aspect to many people's lives.

But dare I say it especially mine.

The impact the written word has had on me has always been significant. In ways real life is not. And I'm pretty sure it never will. My medication has no effect on me really, making me stable but not returning to me what I can only call humanity.

Yes I have empathy to some degree, learnt, yes I can express emotions, exaggerated or completely faked.

I don't think this makes me special, not at all. I'm sure there are plenty of people just like me. Everywhere.

Being alone and reading doesn't exhaust me the way people do.

But that's probably the least important factor of it.

I can see colours through the narrative, I can feel.

Things that in 'real' life are and have always been impossible for me.

But due to my 'problems' I am incapable of concentrating and so have not really read for, maybe, 4(?) years. And I lost the only thing that kept me sane. My connection to what I consider humanity.

And it honestly has been destroying me, the same way it did when I didn't write, something I've somehow managed to suppress.

But I am going to struggle and hopefully be able to sit down and immerse myself once again. Because I need that, that part of me. Books being what I've used to define myself since I was 8 years old.

I need it.