Although I was quite ignorant of the Japanese mantra of “wabi~sabi” until someone suggested it for the “name the car” contest, it became obvious to me that I had subconsciously being abiding to its ideas for years. It truly exemplifies everything that my projects are down to the very core. Amongst all the criticism that I’ve received over the years about my “Wabi~Sabi” project, none gave me as much ire as those who didn’t seem to understand a single thing about it. Especially in the latter phases, when most people saw it as a decay of the build, I saw awesomeness. It was so clear to me but so opaque to almost everyone else. So I fought, mostly with myself, and I tried to shed some light, wanting to make people see what I see. I ultimately failed, went away, brought my work in the shadows with me, nearly alone.
I have recently started to delve more into my nostalgia and the melancholy that sometimes accompanies it. I have found more happiness, less moments of doubts, and embracing fully what I truly am: a wabi~sabi man. Short of it being a religion, it’s the closest thing I believe in that can resemble one. Yet, it is not quite a belief in itself as it is a basic core component of everyday life I do without even thinking about it. I don’t push it, I don’t learn it, I just do it. It’s simply that way. For too long I have lowered myself to saying I was a lesser person than most people, that I was dumb, untalented, a retard. No more. I am simply, wabi~sabi.