Is there anyone out there, listening, if I say, I feel colours inside me, would you understand what I meant by that?

To me, colours have meanings. Putting them together, a new version of image is being created again to look at, to feel, even to dislike. There is something, out here, that can be reached only by feeling it, whatever it is. It is a fine gentle sense of understanding that only brush can transfer from its world to ours. This sense resides inside in us. Do you feel it too?