the beauty of the imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete
I've been thinking about messes a lot lately.
Thinking about messes and authenticity and imperfection. And I've been thinking about what it is that draws me in to a computer screen throughout the day.
I want to know about other people. I want to see what they are doing and where they are living and what they are eating. I like knowing what other people wear and what they read and what they watch on Netflix. It makes me feel connected. It inspires me. It encourages me.
But sometimes the beauty that I find on the screen seems so unreachable and unattainable. It is styled to the point of becoming sterile. The images, and the people behind them, lose their vulnerability, their relatability. They become impersonal. Beautiful and distant.
But messes are different. They tell a different story-- the story you hide before guests come over. The half empty jars, the remnants of last's nights dinner, the half finished projects. The drawers full of things you're going to get around to fixing.
In an effort to celebrate the real and the authentic, to find beauty in imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete, I am starting a project. I'm inviting people to share the wabi sabi in their homes. To share their messes and their moments, to tell us how they approach disorder and where they find beauty.
I am so excited for this project, and so honored that so many women I respect have said they are willing to share a part of themselves that they might not usually.