I’ve been moderately obsessed by the concept of Wabi-Sabi after seeing a documentary about it the other night. It’s far too complicated for me to understand or explain. In fact it seems to complicated for almost everyong to understand.
Richard R. Powell summarizes by saying “It (wabi-sabi) nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.
The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete” (according to Leonard Koren in his book Wabi-Sabi: for Artists, Designers, Poets and Philosophers).
Which sounds a bit like the slightly fucked-up decoration in parts of our house.
It’s just about to be painted over. But I’ve started to like it’s shoddyness and now I think it might be an example of wabi-sabi I’m starting to feel guilty.