In a World of Minimalism

Minimalism. In a bright world of white or beige walls, simple monochromatic paintings, children in matching plain dresses playing with plain and wooden toys, almost sterile-looking homes, and easy cleanliness, suddenly comes myself and other artists to eff up each of these things. Maximalism? Probably. More like the direct rejection of daily minimalism through color, sound, texture, freedom, difference, and choice.

My experience with understanding minimalism vs maximalism was amplified with the use of social media. For many “mommy bloggers”, an “aesthetic” and usually simple home is common. These are very helpful and marketable environments. Though I have my own very strong opinions about “mommy blogging” and the use of children in videos and brand deals, it is definitely interesting to me the common aesthetics and visuals used in the homes and lives of these families.

Bare white walls, except the occasional art print from Hobby Lobby. Black or wooden accents, everything a similar color scheme. I would personally go absolutely crazy if I felt confined to one particular palette.

My space, my wardrobe, and my life are bursting at the seams with colors and patterns. These have found their way onto my wall and onto my easel. My workspace for my art is green, painted, feathered, decorated with beads and hanging antiques, incense, lacy fabric, art by myself and others, tapestries, and is full of plants and life. Though I understand that many people may not be able to work in such a chaotic space, I thrive.

My art itself reflects this. I understand that my art is not for everyone. As I am constantly telling everyone, especially those who are critical of someone’s art in front of me, “art is subjective!” and I take no offense. There are definitely art pieces out in the world that resonate with me more than others. But while my style evolves, true minimalism hasn’t quite yet become a part of my pieces. I like wackiness. I like uniqueness. I like color. And while I will never force others to enjoy the same explosion of stimuli in their art that I do (“art is subjective!”), I love connecting with those that see maximalism-type of art as risk-taking and unique, exciting even. I would love for society to take other chances and for people chronically online to feel comfortable even simply exploring various styles of art, which they may or may not enjoy after experimenting. This is fine. Diversity in any way flows and moves art forward.

Home styles, like clothing and beauty styles, fade in and out, but unique and quirky art is forever.