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Nov 28, 2016
Media: Artists pigments on 140# HP watercolor paper, masked border
Size: 12x9 in
Walking here in Campinas, SP, Brasil, I'm occasionally stopped dead in my tracks by the fragrance of the gardenias. The smell is for me euphoria. I just stand happy to be present in the joyous perfume forever. When I was a kid we had gardenias in the backyard that scented the warm and moist air of California mornings. I accepted them as part of everyday reality and held a belief that all the world smells like that as day begins. Well, it doesn't. But memories linger and, now that I'm reminded, I carry the sweet sweet scent with me as a natural universal truth to draw upon as needed. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gardenia_jasminoides?wprov=sfla1Walking here in Campinas, SP, Brasil, I'm occasionally stopped dead in my tracks by the fragrance of the gardenias. The smell is for me euphoria. I just stand happy to be present in the joyous perfume forever. When I was a kid we had gardenias in the backyard that scented the warm and moist air of California mornings. I accepted them as part of everyday reality and held a belief that all the world smells like that as day begins. Well, it doesn't. But memories linger and, now that I'm reminded, I carry the sweet sweet scent with me as a natural universal truth to draw upon as needed. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gardenia_jasminoides?wprov=sfla1 |