Synesthesia (2021 – 2024)

I see sounds. I hear colors. Not a metaphor — neurology. This series began with twelve paintings, twelve scents, twelve portals into memory.
Welcome to my bridge.
Lilac blossom
A portrait of a lilac's scent on a hot May afternoon

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

© Daria Harlauta 2024
Magnolia Branch
Beauty that does not weaken, but is forged in strength

oil on linen canvas, copper leaf,
50 х 70 х 2 сm / 19,7 x 27,5 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2021
Lilac rain
An old garden in autumn offers a moment of pure, meditative magic

oil on board, gold leaf,
40 х 55 х 1 сm (45,5 х 60 х 2 сm framed)
15,7 x 21,7 x 0,4 inch (17,9 x 23,6 x 0,8 inch framed)

© Daria Harlauta 2021-24
Autumn light
oil on board, gold leaf,
40 х 55 х 1 cm
15,7 x 21,7 x 0,4 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2021

SOLD in a Private Collection, Russia
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
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
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
Elusive vision
oil on cotton canvas
20 х 20 х 2 сm
7,9 x 7,9 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2024

SOLD in a Private Collection, Russia
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
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
Among the forests
Around every bend in the path, something new and unfamiliar lay in wait

oil on cotton canvas
20 х 20 х 2 сm (23 х 23 х 2 cm framed)
7,9 x 7,9 x 0,8 inch (9 x 9 x 0,8 inch framed)

© Daria Harlauta 2024
Snowdrops
Delicate white bells in a forest clearing

oil on cotton canvas
20 х 20 х 2 сm (23 х 23 х 2 cm framed)
7,9 x 7,9 x 0,8 inch (9 x 9 x 0,8 inch framed)

© Daria Harlauta 2023
Sprouts
Spring is a time when joy needs no reason

oil on cotton canvas
20 х 20 х 2 сm (23 х 23 х 2 cm framed)
7,9 x 7,9 x 0,8 inch (9 x 9 x 0,8 inch framed)

© Daria Harlauta 2024
Morning
A celebration of the long winter's end

oil on cotton canvas
20 х 20 х 2 сm (23 х 23 х 2 cm framed)
7,9 x 7,9 x 0,8 inch (9 x 9 x 0,8 inch framed)

© Daria Harlauta 2024
The Flower
All flowers possess beauty, yet each expresses it uniquely

oil on cardboard, framed
10 х 13 х 0,2 сm (17 х 22 сm framed)
3,9 x 5,1 x 0,08 inch (6,7 x 8,7 inch framed)

© Daria Harlauta 2022
When the lilacs bloom
oil on linen canvas
50 х 80 х 2 сm
19,7 x 31,5 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2021

SOLD in a Private Collection, Russia
Golden Apples
oil on linen canvas, gold and copper leaf
70 х 70 х 2 сm
27,6 x 27,6 x 0,8 inch

© Daria Harlauta 2020

SOLD in a Private Collection, Russia

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.
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