A 'wabi sabi' view outside my back door early morning with first rays of sun

The first morning rays of sunlight catching the autumn trees with a beautiful soft glow – a wabi sabi view

Putting Thoughts into Words

There are probably many other ways of describing these things that I am writing here, however ‘wabi sabi’ perfectly puts my thoughts into words. Words which describe my love of nature, and this ultimately feeds into my art.

Wabi Sabi by Beth Kempton and other old books on a coffee table
Wabi Sabi book on my lap with a brew and blanket

Wabi Sabi is so much more…

I first came across the term Wabi Sabi as an aesthetic, as a well renowned hashtag on social media accompanied by beautiful photos of simple beauty. However, the real meaning behind the term is difficult to put into words because of it’s almost mystic quality. As Beth Kempton says in her book Wabi Sabi, …..’it is a feeling and it is intangible. One persons wabi sabi is not the same as another’s, because each of us experiences the world in different ways. We feel wabi sabi when we come into contact with the essence of authentic beauty – the kind that is unpretencious, imperfect and all the better for that….’

You can find Beth Kempton’s website here

Page open at the Birth of Wabi Sabi by Beth Kempton

A Love of Imperfection

Ever since I can remember I have had a love of imperfect things. Old books that are battered and dog eared, finding old tea sets in charity shops that might have the odd chip or crack, things in my home that are mis-matched that I found in some second-hand shop or stall, My somewhat wild edges of my garden. The wood pile! Especially the wood pile because it reminds me of Dad. He worked with wood all day. He smelt of sawdust and generally had a wood shaving or 2 hanging from his person! I grew up around old things. His workshop was a treasure trove of old furniture, marquetry and antiques. And when he was not there, he was on his boat (of course, wooden) and we would often be with him, down by the river and at the boatyard.

raindrops on a plant seed head
An autumn acer maple tree leaf in beautiful warm coral colours
The wood store with wood basket

New and Shiny

As I grew and started working I changed. I remember going through a period of my life, with my first home, wanting everything new and matching. It is like I grew out of this childhood love of the natural and imperfect and wanted the perfect, the more conventionally beautiful (certainly that’s how it seemed to me at the time in my 20’s) However within a decade those early experiences started to creep back into my psyche and the new and plastic started losing it’s gloss.

candle on the mantlepiece and a shiny gold mirror

Conventional Beauty, the Benefit of Hindsight & The Simple things in Life

Today I am slowly casting off the unnecessary and actively decluttering our space. What remains are things that have meaning, gifts from family & friends, old things I’ve had for forever and the functional. Conventional beauty as it is seen these days, makes me feel sad. It feels as though the point is being missed however this is definitely a case of hindsight and age! Are not the consequences of the world’s ‘need’ for fabricated beauty, ultimately at the expense of real beauty, the beauty of things in their natural state? The beauty of age, a patina, tarnish or rust. The beauty of people as they age and of course, of the environment. Through the pandemic we yearned to get outside and enjoy the simple things and spending time with our families and friends, these were critical to our mental wellbeing. These things feel wabi sabi to me.

AN orchid, some stones, a piece of driftwood and a lit candle
A little wooden house at the bottom of the garden under the maple tree which is slowly decaying

The Beauty of Impermanence

There is a bitter sweet quality to Wabi Swabi and I feel it when I look out across the Leven estuary towards the Cumbrian mountains, my quiet place. It is a beauty bound up in imperfect and impermanence, in the transience of things. As something fades it gets more beautiful. A hydrangea flower, from it’s summertime bright hues, just gets more magical as the colour evaporates to dusky tones and until all is finally lost and the petals turn into delicate little skeletons of what once was.

 

 

 

A hydrangea head in pinks and purples
Hydrangea starting to fade
Hydrangea with colour evaporated
Hydrangea with colour all gone and just fine skeletons left

I will be starting a short writing course with Beth Kempton next week. My writing feeds into my painting, the one supports the other. I am finding the more creative my writing, the more expressive my art is becoming. I will share more with you soon.

What is ‘wabi sabi’ to you and has it changed as you’ve grown older? How do you describe that feeling of joy in something beautiful that is perfect in it’s ‘imperfectness’? I’d love to know.

Take care and see you soon

Sue x

To read more about my art journey checkout  my blog post https://susanmillsart.co.uk/2021/04/07/creative-choices-my-1st-blog-my-why/