Really, really getting into dot painting lately. This is synesthesia interpreted by dots on the back cover of my diary.
Down the Street
In response to the anon on Sunday that read Are there synnies who attribute scents to people and things they’ve never encountered in real life, like TV characters? Also who hear non musical noises that become musical like boiling water or machinery? Or are those unrelated to synesthesia?
This is a song of mine I wrote about four months ago. It’s about what I hear when I’m walking to college. The colors I see when I play this song are the color my surroundings create.
Warning: It’s pretty loud. I still hadn’t perfected the recording volume on my computer back then.
I have a gig tonight!!!!
I’m gonna play my electric guitar, something I haven’t done in a year, so it’s gonna be refreshing. I play guitar every day, but I haven’t played in public, so it’s gonna be pretty awesome. I can only play one song, so I’m gonna use all my pedals, or as I call them, my brushes. ;)
I love playing electric guitar. It’s brighter and more deep/expressive than acoustic guitar, which is more landscape-y.
I’ll draw what I saw and I’ll post it tomorrow :)
I said I would post a classical composition of mine if the post had 5 likes.
You guys put 10.
So what better way to do to say thanks than by drawing the whole song?

This is “Melancholy in C# minor”, for violin, cello, and guitar.
It was originally for a homework in which I had to compose in the style of Bach, Beethoven and/or Mozart. Not an easy task. Since I don’t like Mozart (I can listen to a new song, and i can guess what will happen next), and I love Bach and Beethoven, I decided to focus on both of them.
The intro is based on Moonlight Sonata, so the professor could see I was following instructions. Next, I started with my own personal style, ignoring music theory and just focusing on the emotion and on the synesthesia, starting with the green thing. I added a few Bach “quotes” so I wouldn’t look as if I forgot the rules.
The silvery thing is how I see the violin and cello parts blended together, except at the high notes, which then the violin takes this range/brown color. The orange cloud is how I see the guitar.
(via acousticwindow)
I know this is completely unrelated to synesthesia, but I think you guys are gonna like it :)
It’s called “My crazy Grandma”, and it’s about all the crazy conversations I’ve had with her and what’s she’s done, so please follow!!! :D
Waking up, an erhu plays
Two simple notes to start the day
My first breath of tropical snow
Gently touch the strawberry and milk floor.
Yellows and browns
With a glass of blue
And later, a stretch for my back
Of pineapple taste, and golden blue dyes.
Go to the car,
No mirrors in my hand
As I go into the speed
Unknown to man
Down the road
Gray whooshes pass my way
Going to the country,
No dark hues fill the air
I stand in a cascade of cymbals and gleams
Will that sunrise stop smiling at me?
A cellophonic mountain I clearly in the distance see
As I sit in this growling, moving machine
I think I’ll post another synnie poem :)
I just realized that my reaction to Lucky Charms cereal is the same to eating a vanilla cupcake.
“Piano, they say you can play some mean blues
But all I see are black and white hues
You don’t get to dictate when the song is done
Let the orange violins do its God-given job
You think you’re so bad, with all the notes you play
But all you do is fill the room with dark pretty noise
Let the master sit on your bench
And fill the air with orchestral flair
“The winds! So loud and potent
Strings! To calm the body’s soul
Thunders, purple, send the bastards to Hell!!!
Only blues and yellows can distill the spell”
Not a sound, not a flute
Not a soul was given quarter
The cellos slashed, the violins twanged
No ear was spared from the silver cabaret
A drum sent the cry
A trumpet close behind
Violas marched, their presence not felt,
While all the high notes soared from soulless to deaf
Battle in the air!
The angels fell in doom
Circles of greens saved some
From gloom
All sound, no glory
No red blood, but blue
Yet a sound seemed to calm the storm
An ocarina or silver bells
Far away, in the distance
A sound yet unheard
Was it a multitude of things?
Or is death that really simple?
The gongs! That was the bane
That sent shivers down my hair
A flick of the hand, the joust meets its end
It’s time to go home, all the players now rest.
If this gets 10 notes, I’ll post a synesthete poem I wrote the other day.
This is, of course, my personal opinion, but one of the best albums I’ve ever heard and just focus on my synesthesia is “Crater Lake” by Rogue Valley (there’s a couple of songs in the playlist at the blog’s page.)
Every song is a rainbow, each one in a different way.
Just awesome :)
As some of you may remember, I once told you the story of me experiencing a lightning strike at my grandma’s. Well here are some pics.
The lightning strike on one of the dipsticks on the house on the right (1st photo). The house with the rusty zinc roof is where I was, in the window.
I was looking down the window (3rd photo) when I saw the lightning strike, so I had a clear view of what happened :)
How I see the name Amanda.
I used paint this time. I always for get there’s a part left behind on Paint. The yellow goes in the middle :)
I just realized that the girls I fall in love with are yellow and pink. The one time I liked a purple girl, she broke my heart really hard. So I’ll go with yellow or pink. I don’t hate purple. I just won’t date or fall in love with one. :)
I don’t mean to offend anyone, but Abbey Road is one of my favorite albums. It’s one of those few albums where you can feel so many emotions and see SO MANY COLORS, especially in the medley :)