I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a synesthete. I can only imagine how
different my work and perception of the world would be. The color in my paintings
is based on an almost skewed color wheel, with an inverted logic of complementary and
secondary colors. I can’t quite articulate it nor state the rules, though the same
color sense and relationships are repeated over and over, it is how color makes sense
to me. I know that when one experiences synesthesia, their senses are linked and
have a logic all their own. I can imagine if color, brightness, shape, and smell
were somehow liked for me, I would imagine this paintings to smell sweet like hard
candy, yet outdoorsy and woodsy too, a bit like vanilla, licorice, and lemon. The
smells would separate and intermix, maybe pulsate in intensity.

Ruth Root