"The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you’re an artist."

- David Hockney (via laquarianart)

The Red Wheelbarrow

theredwheelbarrowdaily:

so much depends 

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens

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Sabi, is…

“Sabi by itself means “the bloom of time.” It connotes natural progression-tarnish, hoariness, rust-the extinguished gloss of that which once sparkled. It’s the understanding that beauty is fleeting. The word’s meaning has changed over time, from its ancient definition, “to be desolate,” to the more neutral “to grow old.” By the thirteenth century, sabi’s meaning had evolved into taking pleasure in things that were old and faded. A proverb emerged: “Time is kind to things, but unkind to man.”

Sabi things carry the burden of their years with dignity and grace: the chilly mottled surface of an oxidized silver bowl, the yielding gray of weathered wood, the elegant withering of a bereft autumn bough. An old car left in a field to rust, as it transforms from an eyesore into a part of the landscape, could be considered America’s contribution to the evolution of sabi. An abandoned barn, as it collapses in on itself, holds this mystique.”

Source: http://www.nobleharbor.com/tea/chado/WhatIsWabi-Sabi.htm