came across Wabi Sabi at the wrong time. Or perhaps the right time. It was and is what it is, and what we make of it says more about us than it does about it (like most things).
At the time he first read of this idea (as Mister Richard Powell says in his, well, simple book ‘Wabi Sabi Simple’) that
Wabi Sabi nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.
Mister Chu found this statement facile somewhat, as well as profoundly depressing. But he soon recognized that it was because he was somewhat facile and also depressed profoundly as regards his efforts or ‘work’ with drawings and paintings and photographs and poems and recordings.
Much was being done, but not much was being completed, or reaching a stage that he felt that his original idea or feeling had been properly represented.
Time went by as it will.
Lasts finished perfect, without choosing them to be so, became his watchwords. And at the same time a release into just the doing because of the doing and for the doing.
Perhaps still facile; less depressed.