Scent.
I woke up this morning - obviously or I wouldn't be typing this shit. Master of the Obvious. (Say it with a booming God like voice)
It was 45 degrees outside - seems friggin cold when it was 85 two days ago. It smells like fall. Like Chicago on an early morning as I was loading a van to go work in a frozen foods warehouse. Like Manhattan (Kansas) - when I was waking up early on a Saturday - probably was a month from now - as it falls in the year - hungover and shrinkwrapped in spandex to go get a ride in and sweat out some alcohol.
It never ceases to amaze me - I spend the majority of my life trying to represent things visually and the thing that makes me feel and see and know where I was and what I experienced more than anything else is scent.
Can you be a scent artist? -
It was 45 degrees outside - seems friggin cold when it was 85 two days ago. It smells like fall. Like Chicago on an early morning as I was loading a van to go work in a frozen foods warehouse. Like Manhattan (Kansas) - when I was waking up early on a Saturday - probably was a month from now - as it falls in the year - hungover and shrinkwrapped in spandex to go get a ride in and sweat out some alcohol.
It never ceases to amaze me - I spend the majority of my life trying to represent things visually and the thing that makes me feel and see and know where I was and what I experienced more than anything else is scent.
Can you be a scent artist? -
posted by redwine at 9:41 AM
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