“Wabi Sabi is the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent and incomplete, the antithesis of our classical western notion of beauty as something perfect, enduring, and monumental."
'Wabi Sabi for Artists, Designers and Philosphers' by Leonard Koren
I can’t really explain these images. I just know how I was feeling at the time.
I was reflecting on my father’s death. He wanted to die with grace and dignity, but Euthanasia was not an available option for him. Instead he was a shell of himself, kept alive by drugs.
By contrast I saw so much beauty in decay, and transformation, in nature all around me.