_And once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of li- me-blossom which my aunt used to give me … the whole of Com- bray and of its surroundings, taking their proper shapes and growing solid, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, from my cup of tea. Marcel Proust – Swann’s Way, Overture_
In the series The scent of pines I am catching moments. Moments of joy with the family and friends, fleeting moments of beauty and happiness, which can assault our senses without warning. I want to keep them to have my own madeleines and revive a time and place long gone. Just like the scent of pine trees, that still takes me back to my childhood, carefreeness and joy.