Visiting the mysterious, and staying awhile
Have you ever considered writing creatively, in the sense of fiction or poetry? I feel like your nonfiction prose is bursting at the seams, rippling under the skin with portent. It would be interesting to see what your mind would come up with if you gave it free reign.
I have never really tasted colors although the taste of cinnamon will always be associated with the color red to me because of the packaging. Think Dentyne gum and red heart candies. A friend of mine shared my taste for IPA's and swore that he could taste lime in a green-bottled brand. I could not but as I get older, I think my sense of taste is getting less acute. I think that I like my food spicier than I did when I was younger.
Yea....Can't go with you on this trip my friend. I'm far too left brained an engineer. Never been high from shrooms, or pot for that matter. Post modernism and I exist in different universeses. What "is" is what's there when the observer is removed. I offer a hearty Ba Humbug to the "my truthers".
A similar question that caused me to leave the first of the 5 houses of higher education I've spent time at.
being somewhat artistic inclined. Red plus yellow = five. Blue and green = 11
This information or whatever is slowly slipping away as my age progressed. Alien language? A forgotten lesson from art class or something else entirely.
Blue, peacock blue, velvety soft and warm.
Thank you for that moment Heather.
Recovering from a bit of heartbreak, this piece made me realize how curiosity comes from a place of security and courage to explore. This piece has helped me to move on with the optimism and discovery. Fresh eyes and full heart!
I thought at first that I was reading Carlos Castenada again. Whew! My second thought was this is how we get 150 different genders.
On one of my first combat experiences, I went so long without sleep I hallucinated that I could see the words coming out of people's mouths. I was reading their speech. It made no sense.
Many years go,I read a story about twin girls who were blind from early neonatal age. Part of the the learning to be blind forever was for them to imagine colors. They would ask their mother to choose a “blue” clothing item if they felt “blue”. The things I never had to imagine are limitless.
Visiting the mysterious, and staying awhile....YES. Try a walk among the Giant Sequoia's on a winter day with dazzling blue skies and not a soul but your own.
“How much more interesting, at least sometimes, to let experience come before expectation.”
Isn’t this, perhaps, a core tenet when conducting science?
If blue is associated with the emotion of sadness, that piece evoked the opposite!
I had a friend that made a blue refreshing cocktail to go with afternoon barbeques called a "Blue Hawaiian" (1/2 oz. light rum, 1/2 oz. blue curaçao, 1 oz. pineapple juice, 1/2 oz. coconut cream, 1 cup of ice (https://delishably.com/beverages/blue-curacao-cocktails)). I wonder if that was what the women wat the other table were describing as tasting "blue"?
I love blue. The most blue is the blue jay ski atop the mountain. There is nothing in life more exciting than skiing when there is a blue jay sky. Nothing feels more alive!
Just yesterday I watched a YouTube video and read many comments of people who experienced Synesthesia. I'd known a young lady who after a stroke heard letters as musical notes in brain. Many people in the comments mentioned seeing letters as constant colors, or hearing sounds as colors, feeling sensations on their skin as sounds or seeing sounds. It's an interesting subject.
When you mentioned drawing blue I thought of large, crashing ocean waves, but I'm sighted and don't "feel" senses, although some of my senses are overly sensitive.
This made me smile with pleasure at the thought of tasting and drawing "blue". I'm going to ask my 6 year old grandsons and see what they come up with.