In the Majipoor series of fantasy-ish novels there is a thing called soul-painting where basically the image you have in your mind’s eye is projected instantaneously on a canvas. Here, I even found a couple descriptions of it…
“Do you know what soul-painting is? It’s done with the mind and a sensitive canvas, and — I could show you. I could paint you, Sarise. I take a close look at something, I seize its essence with my deepest consciousness, and then I go into a kind of trance, almost a waking dream, and I transform what I’ve seen into something of my own and hurl it on the canvas, I capture the truth of it in one quick blaze of transference—”
He aligned the canvas and touched it in a preliminary way with his mind. The scene was a good one, vivid, bizarre, the color contrasts powerful ones, the compositional aspects challenging, that massive rock, those weird meaty red plants, the tiny yellow floral bracts at their tips, the forest-dappled sunlight — yes, yes, it would work, it would amply serve as the vehicle through which he could convey the texture of this dense tangled jungle, this place of shapeshifting—
He closed his eyes. He entered trance. He hurled the picture to the canvas.
Sarise uttered a small surprised cry.
Nismile felt sweat break out all over; he staggered and fought for breath; after a moment he regained control and looked toward the canvas.
“How beautiful!” Sarise murmured.
and I have literally spent at least 1 second of thought every single day since I first read those books years and years ago wishing that this was actually a thing.