Kintsugi – when Fractures Remain Visible
What does “beautiful” even mean?
Beauty is not a property of things.
It is an attribution.
This becomes especially clear in the presence of fractures.
Something is damaged.
Something is no longer whole.
Something no longer corresponds to what it once was.
In one’s own experience, a similar movement often appears:
What hurts should disappear.
What does not fit should be changed.
Kintsugi begins elsewhere.
A broken bowl is not repaired in a way that makes the fracture invisible.
The cracks remain visible—they are emphasized.
The vessel remains a whole.
Not despite the fractures, but with them.
A fracture does not have to disappear
for something to remain whole.
In one’s own life, this becomes apparent in experiences that cannot be undone.
Traces that remain.
The impulse to conceal or “repair” them is natural.
When fractures are no longer hidden,
the way of relating to them changes.
Not because they become different.
But because they are no longer measured against an image of how things should be.
What emerges from this is not predetermined.
But something shifts.
Such fractures also appear in relationships.
Moments in which things are no longer as they were before.
In which trust is shaken.
Or something becomes visible that cannot be taken back.
Often, the wish arises for things to return to how they were.
The attempt to go back is directed toward undoing the fracture.
There is another possibility:
That a relationship changes without what has happened disappearing.
Not a return to what was.
But not necessarily an end either.
Rather, a form in which what has happened remains visible.
This is not easier.
And often not what one would have wished for.
But it can make something possible
that otherwise rarely emerges:
A kind of contact
that no longer depends on certain things not having happened.
That is not based on concealing or undoing something.
But on allowing even what is difficult to have a place
without everything breaking apart.
Like a bowl whose fractures remain visible.
And which, for that very reason, does not fall apart.
praxis collip

