Redtree Times

When I was delivering the show to the Kada Gallery on Monday, I tried to describe the joy I sometimes found in apparent imperfections– a visible paint edge or an embedded bristle from a brush, for example– in some of my pieces, how they were a reflection of our own humanity, our own inherent imperfection.  These imperfections and the experience that ultimately shows in the wear and tear exhibited on our physical being are the things that make up our character.  The things that tell our tale and give evidence that we have lived.

Early this morning, I stumbled across this term from the Japanese, wabi-sabi, that describes this feeling and very much embodies much of what I hope for my work.  There is obviously more to this concept than this simple definition but for now I am just enjoying this as it is.