As a rather discouraged perfectionist, I often delight in the bit of mayhem, disarray, erosion, and decay that marks accidents, nature, life, antiques, people, art.
There is so much order and artistry in this piece: the measured ribbing, the graceful strokes of calligraphy and the vibrant, expressive figure of the crab.
And, then, there is a hole. In the umbrella. Allowing just a little bit of water or sunlight – exposure – to filter in. That’s what makes it interesting.