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Notre Dame Fumee - An Attar Homage to a Lost Relic 2019 : Notre Dame Burns
Notre Dame Fumee - An Attar Homage to a Lost Relic 2019 : Notre Dame Burns
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"The great cathedrals are designed to awe and overwhelm. The images of Notre Dame in flames inspired feelings of profound pain and sadness, similar, in an odd way, to the experience of standing in its presence."
-Brian Phillips : April 18, 2009
"For a long while, there was nothing to do but watch the flames. No one knew anything. One of the bizarre and upsetting aspects of the fire, one of its many sub-horrors, was how quickly it settled into the familiar panic-and-do-nothing holding pattern of cable news tragedy. Even while what you were looking at seemed unbelievable, like something from a dream. The juxtaposition of coverage and object jarred. One was empty; the other seemed overloaded with so much meaning you couldn’t take it in. Here is an Aflac commercial; here is beauty on fire. For much of this time, remember, we thought the cathedral was going to burn to the ground. We thought we were witnessing the end of Notre-Dame. It seemed indecent to watch and indecent to look away."
Brian Phillips words above perfectly capture how I felt as I watched the news coverage. Many may not know - but I spent some time living in France - first down in Avignon, and then up in Paris not a 15 minute walk from Notre Dame. I spent a lot of time there. And although its burning was painful even for those that have never been there - I think the pain of those who lived there feel its loss in a special kind of way.
The great cathedrals are monuments to the power of images. They are designed to awe and overwhelm. For the better part of 9 centuries Notre Dame awed and overwhelmed.
I've long been a fan of incense, dating way back to my childhood. Some of my first real profound experiences with fumigation, though, came while I was young and living in France. The scent lingered even in spaces long ago abandoned. The smoke impregnated the stone and mortar and wood in these sacred spaces. And the spaces still active with worship, still rich with new layers of incense smoke added daily...those spaces were truly magical.
I used to go and sit in an old Greek Orthodox church just across the river from Notre Dame. It was small and dark and had one of the oldest trees still living in Paris out front. They burned incense in there frequently, and the scent lingered on every inch of the surface of that place even when it wasn't burning. I'd sit in there for hours - sometimes in silence, sometimes on my iPod which had only recently stormed the world. Those memories have kept me warm for a long time.
I have long wanted to try and capture those memories in scent. I hope its not too soon...but I feel now is the time. Watching those flames lick and devour this iconic church - I couldn't help but smell the centuries of wood and smoke that terrible fire was releasing.
And so I composed this oil with tears rolling down my face, trying to capture a semblance of the memories that have kept me company for the better part of 2 decades.
I present to you this Attar of tearful memories : Notre Dame Fumee : Notre Dame Burns
THE SCENT
Hints of Spice
Smoking Incense Woods and Resins
The Tears of Angels
The article I quoted, above : https://www.theringer.com/2019/4/18/18412807/notre-dame-fire-paris
-Brian Phillips : April 18, 2009
"For a long while, there was nothing to do but watch the flames. No one knew anything. One of the bizarre and upsetting aspects of the fire, one of its many sub-horrors, was how quickly it settled into the familiar panic-and-do-nothing holding pattern of cable news tragedy. Even while what you were looking at seemed unbelievable, like something from a dream. The juxtaposition of coverage and object jarred. One was empty; the other seemed overloaded with so much meaning you couldn’t take it in. Here is an Aflac commercial; here is beauty on fire. For much of this time, remember, we thought the cathedral was going to burn to the ground. We thought we were witnessing the end of Notre-Dame. It seemed indecent to watch and indecent to look away."
Brian Phillips words above perfectly capture how I felt as I watched the news coverage. Many may not know - but I spent some time living in France - first down in Avignon, and then up in Paris not a 15 minute walk from Notre Dame. I spent a lot of time there. And although its burning was painful even for those that have never been there - I think the pain of those who lived there feel its loss in a special kind of way.
The great cathedrals are monuments to the power of images. They are designed to awe and overwhelm. For the better part of 9 centuries Notre Dame awed and overwhelmed.
I've long been a fan of incense, dating way back to my childhood. Some of my first real profound experiences with fumigation, though, came while I was young and living in France. The scent lingered even in spaces long ago abandoned. The smoke impregnated the stone and mortar and wood in these sacred spaces. And the spaces still active with worship, still rich with new layers of incense smoke added daily...those spaces were truly magical.
I used to go and sit in an old Greek Orthodox church just across the river from Notre Dame. It was small and dark and had one of the oldest trees still living in Paris out front. They burned incense in there frequently, and the scent lingered on every inch of the surface of that place even when it wasn't burning. I'd sit in there for hours - sometimes in silence, sometimes on my iPod which had only recently stormed the world. Those memories have kept me warm for a long time.
I have long wanted to try and capture those memories in scent. I hope its not too soon...but I feel now is the time. Watching those flames lick and devour this iconic church - I couldn't help but smell the centuries of wood and smoke that terrible fire was releasing.
And so I composed this oil with tears rolling down my face, trying to capture a semblance of the memories that have kept me company for the better part of 2 decades.
I present to you this Attar of tearful memories : Notre Dame Fumee : Notre Dame Burns
THE SCENT
Hints of Spice
Smoking Incense Woods and Resins
The Tears of Angels
The article I quoted, above : https://www.theringer.com/2019/4/18/18412807/notre-dame-fire-paris
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