22 Jul KINTSUGI
THERE’S A JAPANESE TRADITION CALLED KINTSUGI
Which I find so fascinating that I caught myself spending hours and hours researching the concept.
Loosely translates to ‘Golden Joinery’ and it’s meant to fix what’s broken but too good to be discarded. It began with pottery and dates back to the 15th century, as an aesthetically pleasing means of repair.
The Japanese used gold dust and resin or lacquer to attach broken pieces or fill in cracks and crannies.
Instead of saying goodbye to a broken item they breathed new life into it, mending it with gold and making it more beautiful than ever.
By highlighting and emphasizing those imperfections they celebrated change as an event in the life cycle of an object rather than the end of its service.
Displayed with pride.
THAT’S MY KIND OF ART
Interesting life lesson. Aren’t we all broken one way or another?
You can’t go through life without breaking a bone or two. Or a dream that never came true.
But it’s those moments that make us who we are and you get to choose:
Either stay bitter and broken or accept things and glue yourself back together with gold, more beautiful than ever.
It’s gonna cost you something.
Gold doesn’t come cheap.
Self-improvement doesn’t come cheap.
It’s an investment. In yourself.
…inspires me repeatedly to be more aware of that.
This feeling of the sensuous and luxurious is implicit within the whole collection.
All the pieces have gold accents in a wonderfully unexpected way.
At the same time, the personal element is also present.
I’m Greek, and ‘the eye’ is a traditional talisman, meant to protect the wearer from malevolent glares and negative intentions.
Even though there’s nothing stereotypically Greek about me I find it nostalgic and a bit romantic to have something that reminds me of my roots.
It may not protect me from negative thoughts but it surely pulls me back into reality every time I unconsciously touch it and feel the gold, kintsugi-like accents.
It reminds me to seek unifying elements for all my broken pieces and find beauty in the world’s imperfections.