The Art of Wabi-sabi

7 05 2012

Relax.  Look.  Now what do you see?

I’m taking a break from my Miksang photos to remind you of (or introduce you to) the art of Wabi-sabi. You might find some similarities here.

Wabi-sabi is a Japanese aesthetic that honours the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent and incomplete. It is quite a contrast from the “Western” principles of beauty that often centre around perfection, flawlessness, symmetry and clarity. Wabi-sabi is not purely a japanese version of ‘modernist’ or ‘minimalist’ art, it is a visual and intuitive appreciation of a transient beauty in the physical world. Indeed much of wabi-sabi beauty can be found in decay or decline which brings us to a melancholy contemplation on the seasons of life. Life is transient which makes it all the more precious. In that sense, wabi-sabi lets you find beauty in the ragged teddy bear and that soft and fraying jumper. You can let it be (or can you?). It is perfect in its imperfection.

There is a great introduction to the principles of wabi-sabi at The Hermitary, which outlines the categories of Type, Form, Texture, Beauty, Color, Simplicity, Space, Balance and Sobriety. Fellow blogger “Raw Earth Living” has an interesting post on wabi-sabi if you’d like some history.

For now, here are some of my wabi-sabi shots. See what they stir in you as you view them. Can you find beauty? Can you let them be? Do they jar you? unsettle you? intrigue you? inspire you? bore you? annoy you? Do you long to clean or fix them up?  Let your viewing tell you something. Enjoy.

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For more contemplative photography – check out my Page of Miksang posts.



10 01 2012

Looking in

December 15, 2011 marked the sudden and unexpected passing of my beloved mother-in-law, Beth.  

I can’t begin to express in words how broken I feel today but these pictures echo the cavernous hole left in me by Beth’s departure.  I’m raw, shattered, stripped and left wandering through the rubble inside me.  

I know it gets better, I know.  I know I’ll rebuild, I will.  But not today.

Through the floor

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