When I first moved into the house I’m living in now, I took a walk out back in the woods and came across the this large mass of wax under a tree. It smelled pungent with gasoline, reminding me of a dank, earthy room. Three years later, still being curious about the wax, I took a chunk of it off and melted it for the painting I was working on, which was a room or attic filled with fabric, strange looms and hanging oil lamps. The smell of of the wax was peculiar, it took me to another world, sparking new creative thought. Because smell is used by our most ancient part of the brain, I’m sure the unconscious part of myself was sensing all kinds of information from this potent wax. The smell report.

star drapes 38" x 48" oil, wax and thread