by Eva Malecore
I wrote this composition in 2013, part of the collection "A few months to build up infinity". It describes the synesthetic misfitted world I was trapped in. Synesthesia - the "union of the senses" occurs when one kind of stimulus generates a sensation of another stimulus. For example, a certain sound can induce the visualization of a certain colour. Influenced by his synesthesia, Aleksandr Nikolaevič Skrjabin, a famous Russian composer and pianist, planned a performance well ahead of is time (late 1800): the "Mysterium" was a composition to be played including lights, scents and dances. The "Mysterium" had to last for a week and had to be played at the Hymalaya. At the end of it, the world would dissolve in bliss. Another synesthetic artist I came across recently is Melissa Mc Cracken. You can read more about her and see her paintings here: http://www.melissasmccracken.com/
I wrote this composition in 2013, part of the collection "A few months to build up infinity". It describes the synesthetic misfitted world I was trapped in. Synesthesia - the "union of the senses" occurs when one kind of stimulus generates a sensation of another stimulus. For example, a certain sound can induce the visualization of a certain colour. Influenced by his synesthesia, Aleksandr Nikolaevič Skrjabin, a famous Russian composer and pianist, planned a performance well ahead of is time (late 1800): the "Mysterium" was a composition to be played including lights, scents and dances. The "Mysterium" had to last for a week and had to be played at the Hymalaya. At the end of it, the world would dissolve in bliss. Another synesthetic artist I came across recently is Melissa Mc Cracken. You can read more about her and see her paintings here: http://www.melissasmccracken.com/
In my world sounds have a color,
But it’s a world of sorrow.
In my world words have a taste,
But I always feel out of place.
In my world dragons soar in the sky,
But I often seek to die.
Again and again I feel uneasy,
I may look somehow crazy,
But there is one thing ,
Like a slap in face defeating
All my pain.
But it’s a world of sorrow.
In my world words have a taste,
But I always feel out of place.
In my world dragons soar in the sky,
But I often seek to die.
Again and again I feel uneasy,
I may look somehow crazy,
But there is one thing ,
Like a slap in face defeating
All my pain.