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"Are you really looking at that? Do you like it?" Passerby sounds puzzled, almost disgusted.

"I was walking in there and I could smell cloves and spices - all around me - it was coming from the sculpture," I say.

Passerby starts into the gallery, turns and stops, suddenly pleased. "I smell it, too!"

He walks on.

(Detail view, Okitimanaia Ogu (2000), clove, turmeric, annatto, nylon, Ernesto Neto)

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Okay, you've already got me wanting to visit this museum, even though I hate going to art museums. I would have been the person sounding puzzled and disgusted. But sculpture that smells like spice cake? Mmmm.

Also, this painting made me think of this book jacket--http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1583226907/ --which a friend of mine designed.

Posted by: India at October 13, 2006 10:30 PM
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