dogwalks
The great benefits of having a dog is the amount of time I now spend outside walking in my neighborhood. Over the past 7 years, I have begun to enjoy the mess of graffiti hidden in lost corners rarely passed by. I call these images the "unintendeds". The true intention was to mark and claim territory; to speak to a tribe of which I am not a part. But although not intended for me, they do speak to me in color and texture and form and therefore, beauty.
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.
