I’m back to practicing glass for today’s doodlewash of this bottle of perfume. For an extra challenge, I decided to do it in only two colors: Opera Rose and French Ultramarine Blue. This required me to wait a bit for the paint to dry between layers to get the contrast I like, but the effect was kind of interesting. I always remember growing up, I would often buy my mother perfume as a gift. The primary reason for this was that she had a particular kind of perfume and so I was absolutely guaranteed to succeed in the gifting. I’ve never been the guy who surprises people with tangible things. When it comes to those, just tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you. Really, we’ll both be so much happier that way.
Perfume is such an interesting thing. It’s mass produced, but there’s so many options that each woman is able to feel like she’s found her own personal scent. When I’m getting into the elevator at work sometimes, it smells like the entire perfume department of Macy’s blew up in there. Gasping for breath, I try to suppress my gag reflex while counting the floors until sweet freedom and clean air. But today, when this happened, I thought about it differently. The mixture of perfumed smells was still hideous, to be sure, but it was a symbol of their individuality. Art as scent. These women, who were no longer physically present, had spent time finding just the right way to leave their own unique mark on the world.
As artists, we also seek to find our own unique imprint that we can share with the world. Each color we choose and each brush stroke we make is a defiant symbol of our own individuality. We may not think that we’ve gone as far as to have defined our own “personal style” sometimes, but the mere fact that we painted it already means that we have. Nobody else could have made the painting that we just created. Each day, as we practice and make our attempts at swirling paint around on paper, we can rest assured that one thing is always true. What we made is truly unique to us. A beautiful impression of who we are as individuals. And all this, without even having to brave traffic and make that trip to Macy’s. Our art is always right there in front of us, waiting to reveal itself to the world.