Wabi-sabi is the beauty of the imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. It is the beauty of things unconventional and modest. It’s not just a style of art, it’s a world view.
“Wabi-sabi is a way of seeing the world that is at the heart of Japanese culture. It finds beauty and harmony in what is simple, imperfect, modest, natural, and mysterious. It can be a little dark, but it is also warm and comfortable. It may be best understood as a feeling, rather than as an idea.” – Mark Reibstein and Ed Young
Thanks Rarasaur for this excellent prompt for the promptless.
Imperfect, impermanent and incomplete describes so many things in my life, I found myself wandering around pointing them out to myself for such a long time that it got a bit ridiculous. At last I have come to the conclusion that wabi-sabi is just an over all general description for everything we hold personally dear. Might as well find and appreciate the beauty in our imperfect lives, because imperfection is all any of us is likely ever going to get. I suppose my cluttered mess of a house is a reflection of my scattered life, because it’s full of things I love, not for their perfection or their value (as potentially lucrative yard sale items) but for the way they make me feel whenever I look at them.
My granddaughter Omayja (pronounced by combining the meditation mantra Oohhmmm with the continent Asia) sat down at my kitchen table a few months ago and drew me a rainbow. It has been on my fridge ever since. It isn’t perfect as far as rainbow shapes and colors normally go, but to me it is a beautiful work of art. Normally I clear my fridge of all the coloring and pictures after a couple of weeks of opening and closing the door and having various pieces fly off in the breeze and flutter to the floor. That way there’s a clean slate for the next creative frenzie.
But this particular piece has survived a number of clean sweeps. I can’t seem to take it down. It gives me the most peaceful happy feeling whenever I look at it. And now it has a name, as every great work of art should. Omayjas Wabi-sabi Rainbow.
The next time she’s here I’ll ask her to sign it, and then I’m going to frame it and hang it up somewhere in the place of some perfectly aesthetically beautiful framed thing that pleases the eye but means nothing to my soul and has never touched my heart.
Little Miss Megan of the house next door,
Talking, talking, rarely stopping, loving being four.
Sitting on her doorstep, laughing with her dolls;
Pretending she can’t hear her when her mother calls and calls.
Running in the sunshine, splashing in the rain,
Affixing many many things to pony’s rainbow mane.
Busy, busy, busy girl, full of spunk and sass,
Chalking up the sidewalk, turning cartwheels on the grass.
Such pretty princess finery for dressing up in style!
Little Miss Megan of the million dollar smile.