Just did a quick digital sketch called ‘scent’, trying to use the text tool and symmetry tool on my sketchbook app. It’s a bit pale, maybe to subtle? Sundays #bandofsketchers prompt was smell.
Scent?
Tag: Smell
Easter bunny
A foil wrapped chocolate Easter bunny that we had for our yoga class chocolate meditation. You unwrap the chocolate, smell it, look at it and notice it’s shape and texture, then put the chocolate in your mouth without chewing it. Finally you chew it and notice how the texture changes. The process of slowly looking at, and tasting it gives you time to understand how lovely the chocolate was, and without just eating in a greedy or hungry way. You are exploring your senses. We also did yoga postures and breathing. It was a simple relaxing evening class.
Bad stench…
Just back from a garden centre in Silverdale, as a treat after yesterday. Unfortunately it is right next to Whalleys Quarry. The stench was vile! We almost turned round and came home. Even I, who lost my sense of smell in an accident, could taste it in the back of my mouth! Disgusting, how people can live with it I don’t know!
Even the lovely smell of the flowers was extinguished by the smell. As we drove away from the garden centre we drove past the main entrance. Hubby opened the window to clear the smell, a bad mistake! Even two miles away there was still a ‘flavour’ in the air. Vile! I feel so sorry for the garden centre staff.
Hyacinths
Sitting on our windowledge in the kitchen, the hyacinths look lovely. I have no sense of smell but I can admire their beauty. Yet again I decided to create some symmetrical patterns. I like the intricacies of images like this. They create a surreal impact which makes you look again. As usual my pareidolia (is this the spelling) kicked in and I started to see faces in both images. The mind truly does play tricks on you.
Let me sniff your hand hooman.
I smell your hand hooman
It sniffs of coffee and paint
Of lavender and cut grass.
It smells of sausages and chips
Salt and vinegar.
Your hooman hand is warm
And soft.
Your hooman hand gives me
Food and water.
It strokes my belly
My nose and head.
You are my hooman
And I own you!
Mallaband-Brown 