Yay!
Well, finals are over, and I have had a pretty great weekend. Though I still have a crapload of work hours and a painting to do, I am feeling quite awesome. Tonight I move into Lisa's house again, and get to spend a little time on my own/with my rad friends. I am excited.
One of these days I am going to figure out how to capture smells and distill them. There is already probably a way, but I don't know how to do it (yet!). There are so many smells I want to never forget... my friends' houses, the printmaking studio, the north wing of the library... and then there are old smells and memories that I've already lost out on by not bottling them and hiding them in drawers.
Today I created the weirdest smell in the world. I took an empty jar that was once filled with curry paste, and I mixed my paint in it, and well-- weird. It kind of smells like a hair product, kind of like something that should never go near your hair, kind of like a funny sauce that has pineapple in it that you'd find at a really overpriced restaurant, and kind of like body odour. Whenever I open it so I can finally finish this thing, I go "woah, what is that smell?" and then I realize that it's the paint.
Maybe I should look into this whole bottling thing. I could do installation art that revolves completely around smells that are hidden in little capsules! The objects/images surrounding the capsules would be completely unrelated to the smells... or maybe they would have surprising connections! A joke is, apparently, just a connection that your mind has never made before, and you take delight in it. I don't know what this means in terms of my ridiculous, theoretical installation, but I think I like it.
One of these days I am going to figure out how to capture smells and distill them. There is already probably a way, but I don't know how to do it (yet!). There are so many smells I want to never forget... my friends' houses, the printmaking studio, the north wing of the library... and then there are old smells and memories that I've already lost out on by not bottling them and hiding them in drawers.
Today I created the weirdest smell in the world. I took an empty jar that was once filled with curry paste, and I mixed my paint in it, and well-- weird. It kind of smells like a hair product, kind of like something that should never go near your hair, kind of like a funny sauce that has pineapple in it that you'd find at a really overpriced restaurant, and kind of like body odour. Whenever I open it so I can finally finish this thing, I go "woah, what is that smell?" and then I realize that it's the paint.
Maybe I should look into this whole bottling thing. I could do installation art that revolves completely around smells that are hidden in little capsules! The objects/images surrounding the capsules would be completely unrelated to the smells... or maybe they would have surprising connections! A joke is, apparently, just a connection that your mind has never made before, and you take delight in it. I don't know what this means in terms of my ridiculous, theoretical installation, but I think I like it.