SCENT/ IDENTITY

 

I once brought a piece of wood to a carpenter, asking him if he could identify the species. He looked at it, then held it to his nose and chin - and inhaled. After a lifetime of cutting woods, their quiet scent was as recognizable as the face of a loved one. I had a moment of epiphany, that perhaps I had been approaching the world wrong all along.

   - Victoria

Prospect Refuge Studio
June 2018Victoria Sass