The Wabi-Sabi in Super 8
There is wabi-sabi in your good-morning-coffee-pot that you use day after day, it is in your hiding place behind the twisted trees that only you know about, it is in this plastic toy here, in that fascinating irregular pattern on the ground, it is in that strangely formed cloud that pops through a row of trees for only ten seconds, it is in that thrown away cardboard box with the weird withered colors that you stumbled across this morning and it is of course in your cat.
You extend your antennas and begin to notice the subtle beauty that exists in so many banal, imperfect, impermanent and incomplete things and existences. You fill your camera with a super 8 cassette, hide behind the lens, play spy, step on your right track and find it.
Super 8 has the capability of teasing out and capturing the wabi-sabish soul of things and occurences. More than just displaying, picturing one-to-one-wise – it soaks up beauty molecules, cells, souls and spits out beauty grains – simply because Super 8 is magic.
then: the things tell a story! You capture it. It works. It’s fun.
is the quintessential Japanese aesthetic.
For Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers,
the bells that still can ring
[Leonard Cohen, “Anthem“]