Henna, mehendi in Hindi (the art of inking designs on skin with the pigmented extract of leaves from the henna plant) is an interesting form of tactile art, I feel. After a long time, I got henna designs done on one of my hands yesterday, picture with #AltText below, and that set me thinking.
You feel the art as its being made, since your hand is the canvas. Slightly pointy strokes with a hint of coolness for thin lines, bolder, more fluid-feeling strokes for thicker lines. It's a sequential picture rather than a simultaneous one, although you can feel the entire pattern if you explore after it's properly dried. What it does for me is different from what it would do for the average sighted person - some of it is small and thin and intricate enough to be incomprehensible to the fingers, but its textured in interesting ways , and the bolder features positively leep out. "...while the eye seeks the outline of the object, the hand does not. The hand embraces the object in its multifaceted complexity...", Georgina Kleege says, and I was reminded of it very strongly yesterday. And the smell - cool and leafy-sharp and minty to the throat, it takes me right back to my childhood. But after you keep it through the night and wash it off in the morning (since the idea of henna, after all, is the pigmentation on the skin that stays, tactility is only a short-lived byproduct), only the fragrance remains, mellowed but unmistakably still there, for at least a week. The rest is a trick of the light, so to say, and now it's out of my range of perception. Which is great, I'd say, or I'd be having a hell of a time trying to type. #Art #Henna #TactileArt #Blindness