I’m prone to vision things for whatever reason;
At a weekend (or week long? It felt significant) church youth group camping trip, around 11-12 years old, it was a campground with cabins and a central kitchen/meeting area.
I sat alone on a couch in front of the central fireplace that I’d tended the night before, thinking about finding stuff to make a new fire that morning.
I wondered, “What if there was no color? What would the universe look like?”
and I looked down at my shoes, and everything went transparent. My shoes, the earth, I could see to the other side, then I was traveling at a high rate of speed beyond, feeling velocity and feeling pressures as indicators of objects passing through but not seeing anything – and it was all silent.
I don’t know how long it lasted – but I went far and came back again but I was looking up at the end because I came back from above.
If I had to do it in a visual art form, it would be black and gray with lots of straight parallel-ish lines indicating pressures around me as I travelled but the experience itself was colorless