ihavenoplaceortime
Think of it as a room. After construction a room is incredibly clean. This is because no one lives in it. The room is dead. Ok, so later on someone moves in, let’s say, you, for example. You move in and you put all your stuff in there. So now the room is clean right? Everything is in its space where it needs to be, and it looks nice and orderly, but that’s mainly because you haven’t lived there yet you’ve been un-loading your stuff. Ok, hold onto that thought. Now think of it as a poster. An English project or something. After you apply all the things that are needed, facts, tittles, ext. Are you done? No. I try that shit all the time and they say it’s not “creative” enough. But that’s how I want it to be. . That is how I feel it should be. I want it to consist of black words and white paper. It’s creative because that is my expression of how I envision it. That is my artistic vision, but to them it is plain. If you look at some futuristic design of rooms they are all neat and clean and they are all square and junk. White leather couches that have perfect edges. And that is looked upon as creative. Well when your room is completely organized and everything is in its place that seems plain to me. There is no evidence of life. When there aren’t stray objects or half open books. That room has no personality, it’s about as square as the kid that sits by you in math class and every time you see him he is talking to you about math quizzes and such. He does that because he doesn’t have anything else to say, he has no personality. I like my bed messy, that way when I get in it I don’t have to fight with the covers in order to get comfy. Disorder is so much more beautiful then the confines and boundaries of cleanliness. What I’m trying to get at is at what point does empty become artistic and at what point does artistic turn the corner to just mess. An extra book laying around or an open cd case will stay where it was when I clean my room, because I don’t want to kill it I want to give it a bath. When does extra sauce on the side of a dish become art and when does it become dirty. Who are they to say what is creative and what is plain. And who was ever taught to be artistic?