Art in a Sense
Smells, sights, textures, tastes, and sounds shape spaces and experiences. Explore your surroundings and your senses further with me via Destination Journal (DJ for short) posts, sensory tours, walks, and workshops.
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Book jacket photo credit: Conde Nast Archive
This weekend I went to Renningers antiques and flea market for their extravaganza (which is an interesting looking word in my opinion). Typically, I wander around at these types of places, looking for pens or pins or perfumes or books. But this time, I had a goal: find someone’s diary, journal or sketchbook. I didn’t find one. What I did find was a box of correspondence from an estate sale–letters and photos of J.A. Rogers and Helga Rogers. Life lingers in letters. I only purchased a few pieces (was keeping it to a $10 minimum for the day and admission was $4). Some of the letters are typed, others handwritten. One is a letter to J.A. Rogers from Philippa Schuyler. Today’s sensory pleasure is holding and unfolding these thin, vellum letters, bright yellow and linen, stamped with the heads of curly-haired composers, and taking note that the smell of 1960′s letters is the same as 1940′s letters. “Trusting we will meet in the not too distant future accept much love to you…”
My daughter went citrus-picking and brought back a pomelo, an unknown fruit to me until today. This sensory squirter begins with a peek inside a bright red packing bag, and continues with mottled outer skin, a light pink rind, sweet and sour, glossy, fish scale innards. Big as a baby’s head, its alien fruit-flesh is delicious.
Today, create something in your Destination Journal based on a newly discovered or fictional fruit.
I’ve been drinking coffee since the age of eight, maybe earlier; sipping it with my mom Constance and the church ladies. Sipping always with cream, sometimes with sugar, until the past year. Now I like black coffee. I like the sharp layer it leaves on the tongue, the delicate bubbles colliding and clinging to an edge. White ceramic mug lipstick stains forming southern climate snowflakes.