What a whirlwind I’ve been in. I’ve been in the process of moving my office back home and these last few days have been really hectic. The immense amount of design ephemera collected over the years is just amazing. I knew I was collecting stuff but now I feel like the biggest rat in the pack. I truly am but as an artist and designer, you never know when you might need something for clients or for my artistic stuff. I can make something out of nothing. That’s the problem because that nothing always becomes a giant stack of something
With color consultation, I’ve got piles of paint samples, wood tones, tile, stone and more all over the office. That’s all great but anyone can collect junk. My goal is to turn that junk into a style that reflects my client’s goal for their home; inner beauty or soul of the home, you might say.
Someone might be a minimalist, certainly not me at this present moment, despite my large library of books on minimalism. I’ve also created a huge morgue of dead materials after researching over the years, things that inspired me at first but eventually went by the wayside. However, I can go back to that morgue and may find exactly what I need for a new client’s color board. It usually makes the biggest impact when I ‘m trying to show a specific style and theme for the home.
Musicians and artists usually want very eclectic surroundings. Traditional surroundings need a certain push towards the contemporary and again, a little mix with very traditional is a surprise element. Transitional is much easier as it leaves the doors open to swing either way.
So, I just cant pull myself to throw away all of what I’ve collected in my library, and files, and files on color and styles of rooms; I just can’t do it. I need them, but if I’m going to keep them I now need to decide where to put everything. Maybe I should have it all scanned and archived.
Naw! It’s much more fun flipping the pages. I enjoy that.
