“ We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates… Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.” This is a fascinating, surprising, occasionally amusing essay that lauds and explains traditional Japanese aesthetics relating to light and its absence. The sound of the rain playing gently with the dusky light of a candle. The encounter with oneself under the tenuous radiance of a candle, evoking a somber night and the bright moon someone is gazing at. A most idyllic view under its mystical light. The particular beauty of a candle emanating a delicate glow that embellish a silent room.
#Shades in praise of darkness album skin#
Nevertheless, a book on beauty has its share of ugliness people's skin and supposed degrees of purity.Ībove all, this is an essay that exalts the enigmatic candlelight. You could be the reserved, darkened room. But that is subject to one's personality. So much space beholding the magnificence of a dim light on a particular spot, barely illuminating the serene twilight the walls seem to be made of.Ĭould this book be applied to people? It shouldn't. Inside this book, there is a room that seems enraptured by the sobriety of the different shades of black.
We never tire of the sight, for to us this pale glow and these dim shadows far surpass any ornament. We delight in the mere sight of the delicate glow of fading rays clinging to the surface of a dusky wall, there to live out what little life remains to them.
Food.Įvery detail to avoid the disruption of harmony in a Japanese room.Īn almost imperceptible line between an extremely refine taste and the subtlety of irony. My quiet, soothingly minimalist room seems of no consequence when juxtaposed with the unearthly beauty that Jun'ichirō Tanizaki described in this splendid essay on aesthetics.Ī shōji. We delight in the mere The preference for a pensive luster to a shallow brilliance. An almost imperceptible line between an extremely refine taste and the subtlety of irony. Every detail to avoid the disruption of harmony in a Japanese room. My quiet, soothingly minimalist room seems of no consequence when juxtaposed with the unearthly beauty that Jun'ichirō Tanizaki described in this splendid essay on aesthetics. The preference for a pensive luster to a shallow brilliance.
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