It finds beauty and harmony in what is simple, imperfect, modest, natural, and mysterious.
[Rarasaur’s Prompt for the Promptless | Wabi-sabi]
Whilst out hunting the lark, Tim and I happened upon such a thing of imperfect beauty. A gnarl. A lovely log, thrown off to the side with the other rejects.
A gnarl is defined as a “knotty protuberance on a tree”. It appears to be some kind of over active growth of cells forming into these knots in trees. They are not in any way harmful to the tree; they are merely an imperfection.
It stole my heart right away. Both Tim and I were very enamored with our gnarl.
I’m not sure what I want to do with it. I’m thinking of creating some sort of cage to lay over it and work into a coffee table of some sort. I think it would be fabulous. I would want the cage to just hug the log, no nails. So whatever the material is would have to be bent to work around it, to rest on it. Or, just leave it the way it is. Conversation starter at the very least … “hey, what’s with the Predator log in the corner?”
I really do admire the Japanese aesthetic, that quiet rustic elegance. It is like the softer, more gentle reflection of nature. Not nature itself, but rather an hommage to it. The very essence, at its core, is that beautiful, raw aliveness; with all it’s bends and gnarls.