Dear She Said Noters,
My mother has a great nose. It is elegant on the face, for one thing, but more importantly she can suss out a disaster with a sniff. Nothing escapes her keen nose for detail… the remains of fish for dinner, burnt toast, her daughters’ various sadnesses. I have heard that one’s sense of smell is intrinsically tied to memory; For Mom that may prove to be advantageous! But what about the rest of us? What happens to our memories—or, looking forward, our future experiences—when our senses have become dulled by the daily grind of simply living? In this issue of She Said Notes we hope that you might pause on the photograph once again. We have honed in on the details of the shadowy nose in the foreground and the small painting on the wall just behind it. With those details in mind we ask: Is it possible to sharpen one’s senses, one’s connections to the smells and sights that dominate the everyday, and find art in unanticipated spaces?