I hand knitted a replica orange which I scented with baked orange peel.

We create a old fridge that has two layers. Top was filled with sweet smells and the bottom with the opposite.

I sewed this blue glove to represent the hand reaching out the box and only the scent is left on the tips of the fingers.

I went for a more unconventional textile for a protective face mask. Which it causes the wearing to only sniff the deep florals from inside.

My partner Erie and I constructed wings to embody the devil herself. Which we paired with a delightfully sweet and sulfuric aroma.

October 13th the day my uncle left this world on his own terms without saying goodbye. Silence is the deepest sound of all.

The sound I created was produced from my weak hands holding ice, scribbling in my notebook, and turning on the shower. The scent produced from my drink, snot and tears. This is a day I'll never forget Oct. 13th

I asked a few of my friends to help me fold these paper lotus flowers that I will give soon to my grandmother. That I scented with floral in the stems that traveled up to the buds. For in the poem the flowers lined the river.

After seeing my classmates sealed bottle I felt inspired to my make my perfume sealed. Giving the myth of Persephone, how she is prisoner of the underworld. The sealed bottle acts as the physical embodiment of her imprisonment.

1. Smoke, rock, burnt leaves and sticks

2. Body, Carmel, dryer sheet, shampoo, milk

3. Dark Woods, leaves, dirt, pine

4. Green, grass, leaves

5. Sweet, Carmel, lozenge

6. Resinous, Carmel, mushrooms dirt, pine

7. Heavy Floral, roses

8. Light Floral, random flowers

For my piece I ask for silence in memory of loved ones lost but who are free.

I would like to read a poem. Please focus on the sound of the rain and song of birds.

Don’t grieve for me for now I’m free,

I’m following the path God laid for me

I took his hand when I heard him call,

I turned my back and left it all

I could not stay another day,

To laugh, to love, to work or play

Tasks left undone must stay that way,

I’ve found that peace at the close of day

If my parting has left a void,

Then fill it with remembered joy

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,

Ah yes, these things I too will miss

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,

I wish for you the sunshine of tomorrow

My life’s been full, I’ve savored much,

Good friends, good times, my loved one’s touch

If my time seemed all too brief,

Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief

Lift up your heart, rejoice with me,

God wanted me now, He set me free.

-ANNE LINDGREN DAVISON

Now I would like to talk about the materials and meaning.

I start out the project focused on my return home but then found a deeper understanding. For the home I’ve left is no longer how I left it. The joy has be replaced by mourning. But I hope that return will lift the spirits.

I feel that the sadness is being expressed by the rain drops but the rain will stop. The paper will dry.