I know, I know! Abstract painting has a bad reputation. Even I, when I was studying classic art, would say
''Oh come on! They just throw painting all over and find a complicated title. This is a travesty. A TRAVESTY!''.
I was wrong. When I discovered abstract painting, thanks to an elusive but brilliant artist boyfriend, I was shocked. I could finally express myself without any constrain.
Let me explain. Since I was a little girl, I had odd sensations. For me, the number 5 is yellow, the square shape is red and the month of December is baby blue. Colors have tastes and sounds.
There is a fancy word for that: Synesthesia. Check it out on Wikipedia, it's amazing.
What I am trying to explain is that I see the world in poetic shapes of colors.
This is my visual music.