Not the artwork itself, but every sensorymoment that makes it possible.

Fingertips idly tracing a brush. 
The sharp urgency in the scent of paint and solvent. A canvas still wrapped, holding quiet anticipation.
Traces of color, scattered across the atelier floor.


mimicri’s fragrance lingers in the time before creation begins, in everything that surrounds art: Part-art.

Your artwork is yet to begin. Where do your senses dwell now?