Make Sense?

A field of sunflowers, the smell of summer rain, the smoothness of silk, the sound of morning birds, the taste of a hand-picked apple.
Many of us take for granted our ability to experience the world through our five senses. In fact, some of us even deny or suppress the use some senses.
During a Life Writing class I’m taking at the StoryStudio Chicago, we discussed how smell is the hardest sense to connect with, thus write about because our society deliberately masks odors. One young lady suggested that smell is the only sense that we cannot willingly invite or disinvite, and odor can be viewed as an invasion of our personal space.
I never thought of it this way, but I have to agree. If something stinks, sure you can pinch your nose, but how long can you comfortably do that? And if you get a big enough whiff, the smell drifts to your mouth and infects your taste buds. On the other hand, our other senses are relatively easy to cut off.
If we see something we don’t want to view, we can turn our heads or shut our eyes. If something is uncomfortable to the touch, we can simply pull away. If we taste something that disgusts us, we can spit it out and rinse our mouths with a beverage. And if we hear something we don’t agree with, we simply plug our ears.
Perhaps these reactions could simply be viewed as not exposing ourselves to uncomfortable situations or maybe it is something deeper. By not experiencing the full range of our senses, even embracing the things that are displeasing, are we denying ourselves the ability to fully live?
Life is comprised of the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. We rely on the bad for a proper perspective on the good. We rely on the ugly, so we can better recognize and appreciate beauty. The relativity of life is what adds the exclamation points to our experiences.
But as artists, do we have an added responsibility to expose ourselves to the good, bad, and the ugly to offer a well-rounded interpretation of our world? Does the denial of our senses restrict our ability to fully convey the art of life?
As a writer, are you doing your readers a disservice because you refuse to smell garbage in sweltering heat, but willing stick your nose in a red rose? After all, metaphorically referencing life experiences is what punctuates a story.
Let me know what you think. Do we have a responsibility as artists to experience the desirable, as well as the undesirable for the sake of our art?

