Other Known Tomorrows, 2025
Other Known Tomorrows
Single Channel Digital Video Animation, Resin & Bronze Sculpture, Fragrance
00:09:00 (4 chapters, 00:02:14 each)
Other Known Tomorrows (OTK) is a multisensory artwork comprising a fragrance, sculpture, and animation developed in collaboration with Dr. Ying Wu, a cognitive neuroscientist at UC San Diego’s Institute for Neural Computation. Dr. Wu’s research examines higher-order cognition at the intersection of mind, brain, and body, and together we explore how scent can serve as an emotional bridge between memory and imagined futures.
In the project, we recorded the brainwave activity of a diverse group of participants as they engaged with a range of scents, reflecting on personal memories and speculative futures. This cortical data informs both the visual structure of the video animation and the formulation of the OTK fragrance—a layered composition that unfolds over time. As the scent transitions through top, middle, and base notes, it invites the viewer to construct a sensory narrative linking the past to potential futures.
The project’s title—and the lyrics of its accompanying sound composition—draw inspiration from a 1933 poem by Spanish poet Pedro Salinas. While researching the neuroscience of olfaction, I encountered references to the “Proust Effect,” the phenomenon by which scent evokes vivid autobiographical memories. Tracing this concept through psychological literature on nostalgia led me to a paper citing Salinas’s verse: “The motivational potency of nostalgia: the future is called yesterday.” This poetic and scientific dialogue between scent, memory, and futurity lies at the heart of Other Known Tomorrows.
Many thanks to the Simons Foundation Open Interval Program for supporting this project.
Pedro Salinas, #17 from My Voice Because of You, 1933
Love, love, catastrophe.
What a foundering world!
A deep horror of roofs
cracks columns and seasons;
replaces them with non-
temporal heavens, You walk, I walk
through the debris
of summers and collapsed
winters. Measures and weights
are wiped out. All
life spins backward,
frantically tossing off
centuries; it tears loose
galloping
down the once slow track;
crazy to erase
history,
to be no more than pure
thirst to begin
again. The future
is called yesterday. Yesterday
occult and secret
that we forgot
and must win again
with blood and soul,
behind the other known
yesterdays.
Behind, always back there!
Dizzy regressions
inwardly toward tomorrow!
Let it all collapse! I
hardly care. Strong
in our kisses, let us
invent the ruins
of the world, hand in hand,
you and I
through the great failure
of flowers and order.
And now I feel your flesh,
between touching and hugs,
that sends me
back to our first vibrations:
dark, before the world began,
total, unformed, chaos.