There is a neurological trait known as “Synaesthesia”, which in a crossing of cognitive pathways causes a person to have two or more perceived sensory experiences to a singular actual sensory stimulus. For me, the certain sounds present as vibrant bursts of colour, or delicate cloud-like mists; while visual colours pique the sensation of taste as flavours on my tongue.
“Taste and see that the Lord is good” (Psalm chapter 32, verse 8)
Has always stood out as a quite literal verse to me; while others may find it an elegant metaphor for the sufficiency and abundance of God’s grace, I find myself supposing “there must a dash of blue in the spectrum of God’s glory; after all, blue is the most delicious.”
In a moment of worship, I began this piece; meditating on the blood of Jesus Christ as our sanctification to enter the throne room. In that place and moment, in the relative quiet of my brush strokes I wondered,
“if the sound of music can evoke colour, perhaps the colours of the throne room could evoke a sound.”
And while my ears heard not a whisper, my spirit felt the rush and beat of a thousand wings, and the hum of the words “Holy, holy, holy.”
“At once I was in the Spirit, and there before me was a throne in heaven with someone sitting on it.And the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and ruby. A rainbow that shone like an emerald encircled the throne.” (Revelation chapter 4, verses 2,3)