I was always attracted to scent. Remembering events with the smells of the food cooking in the kitchen, perfumes on people’s bodies when I went to kiss them hello, or even the laundry detergent that were used on their clothes. I was born in the 1960’s. I am the oldest of four children to an American hard working, blue collar family in Boston, Massachusetts. My parents were true to their roots and religion, and demanded an ethical upbringing, but being from a family that did not have a lot of money, made me creative in so many way.
I learned to use materials like fabric to make clothes, DIY books from an early age to make crafts, lotions and good smelling concoctions. When you grow up in a hard working family,, you have fantasies of faraway places and tend to daydream a lot more about what “the rich people” have and why everyone does not live in a privileged world. I never suffered, but I did create a lot! One thing my parents did spend money on me was painting lessons. They saw a passion as well as a talent in me at a young age, and they found it was their responsibility to nurture that talent. It was during my art classes that I would paint natural outdoor themes and beautiful animals grazing in a world that I just saw in the movies. I left my talent of painting a long time ago, but the mere scent of turpentine reminds me of those creative moments and it motivates me now to create again, but this time in scent...
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