- Synesthesia -
2021 – 2024

I see sounds. I hear colors. Not a metaphor — neurology.
Welcome to my bridge.

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Underwater Dream
A space of contemplation, inhabited by luminous beings

Oil on cotton canvas
40 х 30 х 2 сm | 15,7 x 11,8 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2023 (signed & certified)
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Summer night Dream
Warm silence of a white night in a forgotten corner of a garden

Oil on cotton canvas
40 х 30 х 2 сm | 15,7 x 11,8 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2023 (signed & certified)
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Dream against the Spring
The first whispers of spring in a secluded corner of the Karelian forest

Oil on cotton canvas
40 х 30 х 2 сm | 15,7 x 11,8 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2023 (signed & certified)
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1300
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Forest River
A portal to a serene and personal wilderness

Oil on cotton canvas
20 х 20 х 2 сm | 7,9 x 7,9 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2024 (signed & certified)
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1100
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Magic of the moments
The fleeting moments of an early spring walk in the woods

Oil on cotton canvas
20 х 20 х 2 сm | 7,9 x 7,9 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2024 (signed & certified)
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1100
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The Facets of Myth:

Synesthesia (2021 – 2024)
Kochubey Mansion & Art Library, Saint Petersburg

I see sounds. I hear colors. It's not a metaphor — it's how my brain works.
This project started with that strange, beautiful gift. I wanted to share it. Not describe it. Share it.
So I painted twelve works. Each one is a translation of a specific scent — childhood garden, city rain, forest after thunder — into color, rhythm, texture. Then I asked a perfumer to translate them back. Together we created twelve image–scent pairs. You look at the painting. You smell the bottle next to it. And for a moment, you step into my senses.

It's not illustration. It's a portal.
We showed it in an old mansion. People walked through the space, from one pair to the next — like stepping into different rooms of someone's memory. Some stayed long. Some were deeply moved. That's when I understood: synesthesia is not a condition. It's a bridge.
I'm still working on this series. Now I'm embedding scent directly into some of the paintings — so the smell becomes part of the texture itself.

This exploration of sensory translation later gave birth to my "Spring's Eve Dream" series — where ancient myths meet questions of immortality and technological future.
No theory. Just an invitation to feel.