“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Airman’s Odyssey
Many times I did not know when to stop buying furniture or kitchen appliances or any other little house objects. Many times when I cleaned, I found myself being a hoarder. When too much is simply not enough.
After I moved out and saw myself with an entire apartment just for me I said: “I can finally have my friends over”.
When I first walked it, it was just concrete and windows, a white canvas only for me to paint, and then I saw a little place in the living room, and I thought, “what should I do with you?” And then it hit me: “board games, games, cards, charades, puzzles, legos, every thing that I forgot, everything that made me so happy once, the true joy of having fun as a kid.” All these memories flooded me, the memories of playing outside with all the kids – oh, the little I knew, I can’t even remember when it was the last time we played, such a pity.
What is art, anyways? And is interior design art? Can it be art?
Well, if art is defined as a means to express who we are, then, yes, interior design is art. Our homes are a clear definition of who we are, who we think we are, and who we’d like others to think we are.
If art is defined as a way to express beauty (or capture beauty we experience), then interior design is art. We often choose the furniture and decor based on a desire to express beauty — we want to come home from work to a place that pleases the eye.