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Close-up of a colourful, abstract painting resembling a jellyfish with intricate line patterns and drips of paint by syanesthesia artist tanja ackerman.

There’s a moment when a feeling becomes a colour. That moment is why I paint.

There’s a moment when a feeling becomes a colour, and it arrives with a kind of quiet certainty, like something inside me has finally found its shape. It’s subtle at first, almost like a shift in temperature, a soft internal hum, or a vibration that lands somewhere between emotion and instinct. I don’t chase it; I wait for it. When it appears, it’s as if the whole painting reveals its first truth. That moment is why I paint. It’s the bridge between my inner world and the canvas, the instant where something wordless becomes visible. Colour is my language, my way of translating what can’t be spoken but insists on being felt. Every artwork begins with that spark, a sensation turning into hue, a feeling crystallising into pigment. It’s the most honest part of my practice, and the reason I keep returning to the studio, again and again, to listen for the next colour waiting to emerge.