KINTSUGI – beautiful and imperfect



this strange name… 

it took me a while to remind me that and at first I didn’t know what the hell it was, in words,


but in images, yes,I did!



Japan has a phenomenal pottery culture,

they love it, they adore it, ceramics are the heart of many historical rituals, such as the tea one for example,

but you know… sometimes things fall and ceramics break


into a thousand pieces

some big and millions small ones


Japanese people, then, take the big ones and let the rest go,

they line them up and pour gold in the middle in order to weld pieces together


a trauma destroys everything


unnecessary dust is blown away

flows of gold close the scars

and pottery now is even more beautiful than before


damn prettier than before


and more precious, much more precious

and unique, inimitable


you can try to break a thousand of the same bowls, but they will never break in the same way


here, the fall that shattered the ceramics, is also that one that created

the space for the gold casting


the space was not there before

it was a ceramic like any others, anonymous, replicable, normal


now it is wonderful, unique, precious


thanks to that fall and the chance to see the collateral beauty hidden inside the traumatic event


there is always that chance

there is always resilience somewhere

there is always the Kintsugi



with love, but always irreverent