Reused plastic, styrofoam, trash, clay
What do you smell?
Is it what you see?
The soft yellow flesh behind an army of thorns,
the beguiling sweetness that trail a revolting odour,
the rancid piles of plastic landfills we constantly cover up,
the times we tried to play Mother Nature
We shelter under an armour of lies, in an attempt to forget the shameful reality that we live in
But are they all just a thing of the past?
This work attempts to bring to light the little attention we pay to our sense of smell and our unique response to scent perception and the memory a smell entails.
Must a smell necessarily remind you of a beautiful memory?