Author: rabi101

In class

Was unwell this day and unfortunately could not make it to class

At home

It appears I somehow lost this drawing:(. Will draw and upload a new one by close of day if that’s okay

In class

At home

Stairs descent

 

In class

At home

 

For this segment on windplay, I created a mini music-cup and attached four metal object of different weights to examine the clanking melodies that might erupt. Unfortunately, it was not a windy day and so sound and movement was minimal. I then decided to experiment with artificial wind stimulation- by hand and with the help of a blowdryer.

Wind stimulates movement

Blow drier assisted movement

Hand stimulated movement

In class

Walking through Stanley Park, the potent smell of rainforest- of living, dead and the in between was immediately apparent. Sensorially, I have come to associate colour with smell and olfactory experience and this is demonstrated below.

Standing at the shores of the waterfront, the biting cold drowned out majority of the typical seaside scents. My sensory experience was therefore more reliant on the visual and the auditory and consequently, on memorial associations.

Waterside video 1

Waterside video 2

 

At home

Walking down the steps of the Walter C. Koerner library to the underground levels, I am hit suddenly with the intense, overwhelming, and rank smell of decay.

Rats.

It smells like dead rats.

My memory is immediately cast back to a horrible time in my first home where the effective counter to a singular mouse invasion resulted in the intense, overwhelming, and rank smell of the dead rodent emanating from an old, unused storage closet.

Ew.

Unpleasant does not even capture the essence of the stench. It is loud and towering. It engulfs the entire staircase in a stifling hug; everywhere at once, such that one cannot tell its source; the concrete walls? The staircase? The ceiling?

Forest-green, grey-black and piss-yellow- my brain visualizes the scent, painting an image of disgust- of rotting. A putrid fragrance. There are no top notes, no mid notes, no base notes. The smell is all-encompassing and circular: a lingering bitterness, a sickly sweetness, methane, sulfur dioxide.

I close my mouth firmly; a precaution so I do not taste the smell in all its overwhelming glory.

That animal- whatever it is, is at least a week dead. The urge to descend speedily in order to escape this cloud is stronger than ever. I walk faster, finally arriving in the old basement and sliding myself in between the bookshelves. The air is not fresh, but at least the scent of death is gone.

In class

At home

Built form

Seating surfaces

In class

 

At home