Wabi Sabi

A Study Of Flowers At The Cemetery

The cemetery, a place of solemn remembrance, holds a unique beauty where life and death intertwine. Here, amidst the somber tranquility, I discover an unexpected allure—the juxtaposition of new blooms being tenderly sold outside, while aging petals quietly wilt under the relentless sun near the graves.

In the Christian cemeteries of Goa, I find my muse—dry flowers, their once vibrant colors muted by time. I capture these fleeting moments on location, preserving their delicate essence using my iPhone 15 ProMax.

I seek to immortalize the quiet elegance of decay, inviting viewers to ponder the passage of time and the transient nature of life. Even the wilted blooms become symbols of resilience and grace, reminding us to find beauty in every stage of existence.

A dear friend remarked that my photographs exude a profound sense of Wabi Sabi—a Japanese aesthetic that finds beauty in impermanence and imperfection. Entranced by this notion, I embrace the name and the philosophy it represents.