My uncle, Frank, was a wonderful artist, but because of his depression, he was unable to pursue the life. Instead, he became a sign painter, which was more manageable for him.
As a little kid, I would watch him work – I watched in amazement as the letters spilled off the end of his paintbrush. Once, he even held the brush in my hand, and together we filled in several letters on a paper taped to his drafting board. Even though I couldn’t read, I loved the shapes of the letters. I also loved seeing the colors he chose.
I see each letter of the alphabet in a particular color, and the colors have never varied throughout my life. A = red, B = blue, C = yellow, D = brown, E = black, and so forth. Words generally take on the color of the strongest colors contained within the letters. For example, "guitar” is orange/red because the G is orange, but the T is black. I also hear music in colors, and write music with particular colors in mind.
“Moonlight Sonata” is indigo, pale yellow, with crimson overtones, while “Ballroom Blitz” by the band Sweet, is vivid green with high orange outlines.
Am I alone in this? Tell me, tell me.