When I was very young I stayed for a week with my
grandparents in southern Missouri. Their home was a scratch and sniff book. The
front walk was lined with mint, the guest bedroom smelled of my grandma's Avon
perfume, the kitchen- coffee, the bathroom- strawberries, the living room-
freshly mown hay. The massive stretch of hilly land behind the house was an
earthy base note.
Nothing ever was or ever will be, except right this moment. Yet,
aroma can keep us in the present while simultaneously reeling us into the past.
Isn't that the funny thing about scent? Aromas travel unfiltered into the
Limbic system, the warehouse of memories and emotions, which is why we
instantly remember or feel or respond to aroma. At one point in our evolution,
humans were face down, smelling the world. The eyes were second to the nose.
My work wants to interact with your senses or maybe
I just want to share a good story, or question consumption without throwing it
in your face. Or maybe I keep working because I can't stop dreaming of
that mid-century modern chair whenever I am longing, so I keep making
till I dream of something else.
My goal is to engage others beyond a "look and
leave" experience. I perform. I curate. I teach. I blend natural perfumes.
When technology allows, you will be able to smell this page-
a blend of Orange Blossom, Clementine, Oak Moss, Sandalwood.