What’s interesting, is that you hear from a lot of people about the look and feel of your blog. (BTW, thanks for the video!) One thing that gives it that sense of earthy refreshment is it’s IMPERFECTION. Look at the root outgrowths in the corners, see the non-homogeneous backdrop.

You’ve already been letting others enjoy the bliss of imperfection, and maybe didn’t know it.

In the movie The Last Samurai, Katsumoto tells Cruise something to the effect that he is writing a poem and searching for a perfect cherry blossom and that if you spent your whole life looking, your life would not have been wasted. In the end, Katsumoto reveals that the secret in his death throws that all of the cherry blossoms were perfect.

Often we see a photo of something, a perfect visual representation of it, we often don’t think of it as art. But when we see a great artist paint it, not in perfection, but in it’s true nature, it becomes beautiful. Powerful art transfers the essence of it.

A nice looking tree has bends, knots, gnarls, sway. Straight lines, solid colors, sharp corners just don’t feel natural.

One thing that you mentioned about Stephane that I really like too, is that he really doesn’t give a crap - he just accepts himself. He doesn’t just act like he doesn’t care, he actually doesn’t give a flying fartdoodle about the judgements of others.

Back to the blossoms though - I make the argument that there is perfection, perfection in the acceptance of being.