fleeting moments in the ordinary

If  my low key approach to the local Fleurieu  landscape + seascapes  has been one of immersion or absorption within  the remnant scrub, country roads,  and coastal rocks, then the pictures that emerge from this are of the moments in my  ordinary,  everyday world. They are  pictures of vignettes and  moments  that are fleeting and often missed. 

Then it dawned on me.  This is not a project based work.  Therein lies the problem I have been having. I have been trying to make it a project based work and it just hasn't worked.    So I pushed the work into the archives where it lay forgotten.  I felt embarrassed by it.       

They are simple pictures of the present moment of things that are modest and humble--eg., seaweed and rocks as in this picture. They are of   things that are imperfect, impermanent, incomplete, weathered.   These are pictures of the present as the seaweed would have disappeared on the next days walk and the rocks would be covered with seawater.

These pictures of humble things  in a particular moment, which  have  emerged from my everyday walking with the standard poodles,  have been approaching a kind of visual poetics without me actually realising  what was happening.  

One way of understanding this   kind of  poetics is through the Japanese concepts of Wabi-sabi. This is based around  an understated beauty that exists in the modest, rustic, imperfect, or even decayed, an aesthetic sensibility that finds a melancholic beauty in the impermanence of all things. 

Sabi centres on the ambience of the solitary or quiet moment and to  an appreciation for the mellowness that comes with age, the quality of faded perfection in truly old things. Wabi is an embodiment of all that is modest, humble and self-effacing and it values  the  ordinary, humble, unpretentious objects - all too often taken for granted. Wabi is often paired with sabi: Things begin wabi; they end sabi 

This emphasises  aesthetic experience in everyday life and in connection with nature; places a high value on the particular thing or object, expresses a sadness or sorrow  over the fragility of things.  Falling blossoms, dying flowers, autumn leaves on raked sand or floating atop the dark, still waters of a pond, all carry about them the idea that in the blossoming of perfection is the seed of destruction.