I remember that the first times I expressed my sounds to colour synaesthesia in a painting, it was exciting: I felt that I was liberating myself and doing a kind of therapy
Hello, I am Gaby (Gabriel) Cardoso, a polysynaesthetic artist from the province of Buenos Aires, Argentina. I love composing and recording my own songs for about 25 years. I love imagining my songs playing in my mind, with the sounds, choruses or even arrangements and then putting them into recordings. I also love writing poetry, rather surrealist, and including synaesthetic phrases, lots of metaphors and symbolism. I have also been drawing since I was very young and I enjoy it a lot, sometimes in comic style, sometimes in surrealist style, German expressionism, or in design style. I love drawing human faces but I also enjoy making designs and playing with shapes. I also paint my sounds in color on canvas, I use different techniques and I love making abstracts adding some geometry. I have a tendency to include diagonals, as used in futurism, but it is natural for me.
Alcalá la Real 2022 
Sound & Motion Exhibition
Fue, Es, Sera
This video was made entirely by myself, not knowing much about videos, not professional, but I enjoyed it a lot, it was also difficult. It follows the sounds in real time colors quite well and I used effects in a special video program, which I no longer have. My favorite colors are the yellows and oranges of the main instrument and the reds/magentas of the electric guitar.
The song plays with Arabic scales, but the rhythm is African, great mix! And the lyrics are surreal poetry, it has an intimidating atmosphere, and I know that many people may not like it (I was called “dark“ for this), but as a good artist I always do what I feel.
Lyrics
It was the rickety shape of water,
It was the first grove painted in her voice.
It was the vessel dissolved in the soul,
It was a sincere storm asleep with love.
It is the discreet armor of dawn,
It is the serene molded waist of rice.
It is the secret caress of amber
It is the gaze of a nobleman who has grown tired.
It will be the tyrannical waves of time,
It will be the quiet bustle in the depths of the sun.
It will be a feather shaped like seaweed,
It will be a heartbeat travelling in any direction.
