Wednesday, July 08, 2015

The Beauty of Messiness

Always had a thing for messiness. It started when I was a little, artsy child. My room looked like some attic, filled with random objects, paper, pencils, gouache all over the floor, pictures of singers, whom I liked at that moment, badly taped to the wall, my easel being the centerpiece (how does a 6 year old even find out what an easel is and ask for it as a gift for Christmas?), a dusty plant standing behind it. A studio of a 6 year old. A creased paper stuck onto my pink bedroom door saying that my art studio works from 1pm until 8pm (from the time I get home from school until I go to bed). My Mom gave up hopes that she could ever make me into a neat person - she knew I am a mess inside and out.

Eugene Delacroix

What is attractive about messiness to some of us? It's the fact that you can see that person in little details scattered around his or her room - in an old cup of coffee that quietly sits on a window sill, in a shirt or couple of shirts thrown onto a velvet armchair (perhaps, the person was too tired after a long day of work (or night of partying) to actually put it away, but it's alright), in a wilted bouquet of freesias and roses (it might've been a birthday or a romantic date night). It's always in the details, trust me.


Messiness can tell more stories than neatness. Let's create a picture, just one example in your head.

"Morning. It's probably around 7AM. The sky is blue, sun is nowhere to be found. On old, wooden floor, splashed with paint, you see a black Agent Provocateur bra, a red silky dress and the pants of a man's tuxedo. The duvet is all piled up on your body, with hundreds of cushions around you, the bedsheet has gone down to the floor and you are lying on a plain mattress which has some lavender colour paint smeared on it. You look onto other side of the room and see two bottles of wine (empty) on the bedside table, couple of glasses (one has lipstick marks on it) sitting besides. You look further and see huge canvas standing next to a brick wall. What happened last night?"

Now it's easy to imagine having a mystery-filled romantic rendezvous with an artist- the smears of paint, the bra, the wine glasses - they tell the story, they are the main characters.

Karin Mamma Andersson

Let's talk artists. How rarely can you meet an artist that keeps his or hers surroundings clean? Even in their artworks, for example paintings, artists always enjoyed creating a messy scene because it gives more to talk about, more material to explore, it makes viewer's sight stay up longer searching for connection. Matisse, Mamma Andersson, Delacroix, Rappeneau. I am going through centuries here and portraying anything tangled or stained will always be more interesting to analyse, to cling your eyes onto.


Chaos is more entertaining than calmness. Even as a child it was somehow exciting to wait for a storm to come, even if it could leave damage. It would bring mess, chaotic feelings and all that makes life more enticing. Finding a person who is messy is like having a little tiny storm in your life, even if it seems like messiness only means cans of coke next to sofa or wax dripping on the table from a candle, it actually means that the person is going to make some messy decisions too. And that's how you can keep your life thrilling.




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