Uncomplicated

I've discovered that my favorite things can be described as "uncomplicated." Not "simple," mind you, but "uncomplicated." After all, being "uncomplicated" implies a certain state of resolved complexity that is different from simplicity. For example, take three of my favorite things: jazz, love, and the "Wabi-Sabi" school of Asian aesthetics. Jazz could never be accurately described as "simple," but I believe that the improvisational freedom that defines the form removes from it the inherent complexity of, say, classical music. Listen to a typical Count Basie solo for the perfect illustration of this. Love is too profound ever to be called "simple," but - as perhaps the sole fundamental element of reality - it's certainly not complex either. It's perfectly uncomplicated. The "Wabi-Sabi" school of aesthetics concerns the beauty of the "perfectly imperfect." A weathered tree trunk, a ragged brush stroke, or an unevenly glazed bowl can all be more beautiful than their flawless counterparts. Within that balance between beauty and ugliness is a relationship too layered to be called "simple," but too elegant to be defined by complexity.