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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April’s Sensory Tour gave us a behind-the-scenes glimpse into the shops, restaurants, and cooking oil containers of Winter Park, Florida’s, Park Avenue. We tracked smells on the route down the alley, and then listened to the sounds of the space and the evening on the way back. We were fortunate to gain access into an interior, fan-filled, low-ceiling corridor. This gap between buildings led directly to the actual Gap store across the street. Smells along the way included: fresh tortillas from Cocina 214, soap, assorted garbage, oil, cigarettes, jasmine. The alley’s terrain changed as businesses led to private residences and as our eyes glanced above and below the surface. We enjoyed a sensory palette cleansing, and air conditioning, inside Sassafras Sweet Shoppe.
Sounds on the way back included a very squeaky cart wheel, music, conversation, and a serene series of water drips.
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…”