The fleeting realm of scent leaves no traces in time. Dew evaporates in the meeting of the morning sun. And just as parfume is distilled from flowers in the moment of them dying, the morning dew is distilled from the wet soil beneath in the ending of the night. Parfume captures the scent of flowers in the moment of their alluring temptation to make love with the wind. It begs for love and desire evaporating just as passion of youth leaving its traces soaked onto clothes mixed with the odors of the aging body. Parfume reveals the essence of the flower that is no longer in existence, just as captured dew holds onto the sunrise that has already passed. By collecting morning dew in to the bottles of parfume, I attempt to create an illusion of time that holds onto the ephemeral freshness of the morning scent taking us into the secrets of the night while fleeting in the moment of its capture.
I collected the morning dew next to an abandoned mansion called La Miralda, in the moment of dawn - breaking the secrets of time being guarded by the night.
La Miralda, here I found the morning dew...
Morning dew in a parfume bottle
TV interview about the project (in Spanish)
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