First Journey Day 7: Scented Symphony
Date: August 31, 2023
Location: Algiers, Algeria
In Algiers, on the Mediterranean edge of Algeria, the old markets trade in color as much as in flavor. Pyramids of spices, echoes from the Casbah, and warm sea light set the scene for today’s experiment: a painting you can see — and smell.
A Morning at the Spice Market
Today was an exploration of the senses in a way I've never experienced before. I visited a local spice market in Algiers, captivated by the rich colors and intoxicating aromas that filled the air. Each stall was a treasure trove of scents and flavors, from saffron's golden hues to the earthy tones of cumin.
Mixing Pigment with Aroma
Inspired, I decided to create something truly unique—a scented painting. I purchased an array of spices, each one evoking a different emotion or memory. Back in my temporary studio, I mixed the spices with a clear, non-toxic adhesive and applied them to a canvas. The process was meditative, each brushstroke releasing a burst of aroma into the air.
The Scented Canvas
As the painting took shape, so did its scent profile. It became a multi-sensory artwork that not only could be seen but also smelled. It was a challenging yet rewarding experience, pushing the boundaries of what I usually consider "art."
Choosing Stillness in the Studio
The painting is still drying, but even now, it fills the room with a complex bouquet of scents, each one telling a part of today's story. It's a tangible piece of Algiers that I'll carry with me, a fragrant memory captured in color and aroma. I've named it "Scented Symphony," and it's a piece I'll treasure for its uniqueness and the journey it represents.
A City in Sync with Scent
Outside, the market hums; inside, the air is calm and perfumed. Algiers feels woven into this work — salt air, warm light, and a chorus of spices threading through the day.
Travel Notes
- Weather: Sunny, 75°F — mild sea breeze, warm light filtering through market awnings.
- Scents: Saffron, cumin, paprika, dried citrus peels; a hint of sea air drifting in from the harbor.
- Sounds: Vendors calling softly, scoops brushing metal tins, footsteps over stone, distant gulls.
- Reflection: Letting aroma guide the brush shifted my focus from sight to sensation — a small recalibration of how I make and remember.
Continue the Journey
You may also enjoy reading about yesterday’s quiet reflections in Casablanca, or travel onward to the next day’s coastal rhythms in Oran.