Wabi sabi, an illusive term derived from Japanese aesthetics. Loosely it refers to the inherent beauty in the humble, the worn, the impermanent, the mercurial nature of our ever-changing material world. I have always been drawn to things expressive of use, wear, history. This faded, blurred, worn and even broken quality has a lushness I appreciate on a visceral level. It binds me to my humanness. It’s brushstrokes are irregular and painterly; it’s voice cracked and breathless. It makes me appreciate my “aliveness” within it’s decay.
