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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)



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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