Isn’t it strange that we have so few words for smells and odors? Isn’t it strange how much they can evoke memories and emotions despite our inability to speak and think about them clearly? – Or is it just me?
When I first used oil-based printing color, I thought its smell was bad, but somehow good – but I was unable to place the good feeling I had about it. Only when I opened the petroleum bottle to clean my plates in the evening I realized that it smelled like my grandfather’s studio. And then I realized: Sure, he was always painting in oil! And some of the smell of oil based paint and petroleum always seemed to cling to him.
Although I initially disliked the strong smell of linoleum. Now, when I open my ziplock bags to take out another piece, and the smell of it starts to fill my studio I feel immediate joy.
There are many more stories I have about smells, how I came to like or dislike certain smells, and stories of sudden remembrance. – What are yours?
(*photo taken from Simon Goldenberg’s Flickr Photostream)