I was walking through the local gardens and got a whiff of this sharp biting scent. I remember the smell from bushland when I was nine or so, I found a chrysalis and wanted to take it with me, but thought better of it. I have no idea what the creature hiding inside the opaque brown thumb-sized hibernation was; but there were many of these cocoons and they had that strong acidic smell which only seemed to be present during the early evening.
Just small little black flies in the air. The dragonflies had their wild day in our city garden. Probably should do a painting of them. Made such a motorised buzz of noise when they zoomed past or rammed me in the nose. So I was thinking the smell was either cicadas, or wasps.
If I could digitally record and map the particle wave patterns from this scent, load it into Google, then get an instant answer it would stop bugging me… This sort of thinking waffled through my mind as I created Scent trail. It's not really how things look, so much as the picture a scent creates in my mind that drives my hands to explore on the canvas.
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Sunday, November 18, 2007
Scent trail
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