Gardenias, 12×9″, watercolor, 2016
Walking here in Campinas, SP, Brasil, I’m occasionally stopped dead in my tracks by the fragrance of the gardenias. The smell is for me euphoria. I just stand happy to be present in the joyous perfume forever.
When I was a kid we had gardenias in the backyard that scented the warm and moist air of California mornings. I accepted them as part of everyday reality and held a belief that all the world smells like that as day begins.
Well, it doesn’t. But memories linger and, now that I’m reminded, I carry the sweet sweet scent with me as a natural universal truth to draw upon as needed.
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