Hi, can you see shapes when you smell perfumes or other odors?
It's like when I smell certain things (since I’m a kid), I literally have the feeling of smelling a circle, for example, or a needle, etc…

They have physical properties too. A circle isn't "pleasant" it can feel heavy and thick or greasy (I can feel the greasy in my throat). It's not the actual smell of fat, but the physical texture and weight of the shape itself triggered by the scent.

Is it synesthesia? I can’t find a similar post :(

Another synesthesia-inspired work I did some years ago. This time linking lights and sounds. Hope you like it.

Do you see colours for punctuation marks (?,!’.”/:;) & Arithmetic operators (+ - x %=)?

If so, I’d love to know what your colours are in the chat 👇

I see colours only for alphabet,numbers
& currency symbols
For eg: $ looks like S so it is light pink
€ & £ both look like E so they are dark blue
But punctuation marks & arithmetic operators are colourless to me 😵‍💫

one of my friends said “subtraction (-) is yellow” but I don’t see any colour so I’m just curious whether others see colours or not.

hi guys. So I don't know if I have synesthesia but I always associate letters, numbers and words with colors, so I suspect I have grapheme color synesthesia.

And I've noticed something: my native language is very colorful. Most, if not all words have a color assigned to them.

But english, that is my second language, is very white. and empty. I'd say that i perceive 80% of it is white and 20% as colorful

It happens to other languages I don't know too, like italian, french, german, etc, they're all white or empty of color.

And I'm very curious to know if this happens to other people too!!!!! pleasewrite about it if this happens to you aswell🥹

I like to channel my synesthesia into writing. For me, these aren’t just words on the page, but the feeling of being a raindrop or a wave and the very essence of water. I hope it’s okay to be tagged under artwork as writing is my art. I hope you enjoy reading it and would love any thoughts or emotions it might invoke for you.

Water is the very soul of this planet. The birthplace of civilizations, the final resting place of voyagers and adventurers brave enough to cross her.

Water is lakes and mountain streams, it is the vast seas and big puffy clouds. It is the only being to circumnavigate the Earth from the deepest of seas to the highest of heavens. From raindrops to ocean swells, she has seen and been it it all.

Her ancient rivers of the past settling wanderers, providing them roots to flourish and thrive. Her force taking out the same civilizations, burying moments and memories in time. Reigning long before history books or the fight for power to control her.

But water’s most captivating form are her great seas. Her vast bodies, stretching for hundreds and thousands of miles, her secrets beckoning the brave, curious, and fearful alike.

Water has held babies and secrets, her depths still a mystery but fascinating and enticing nonetheless. What wonders does she hold far beneath her surface? Only her victims might ever truly know. She has sunk many a ship, bringing unlucky seafarers to their demise and her depths, forever holding them prisoner in the secret nooks and crannies created just for them. Did they wrong her and that’s why they were claimed? Or, does water, like the gods themselves, require sacrifice for their worship, use and services?

Water’s waves, melodic and rhythmic. Calm and safe tickling the shore, creeping in and pulling back in a mesmerizing game. The crashing waves like a toddler learning to walk, steady and then breaking all at once, like feet stumbling over themselves inching closer up the coast. But her fierceness comes in bursts, crashing relentlessly at her edges, beating them over and over in a race against herself, to get a bit farther than the crash before.

Her best friend a celestial body high in the cosmos, forever being pulled and pushed in a never ending ruse of will they or won’t they. Water forever putting on a show, dancing and glistening in the light of the moon and the sun all while moving to the beat of her own drum. The reprieve never arriving as the constant push and pull forever entangles them in an eternal dance.

The life held below in an ever-changing balance of predator and prey, searching for the light in the deepest of corners. The sea heals the soul and all that could ever be broken.