Minimalism seems to have become a trend. I enjoy seeing it. Minimalism is such a pretty aesthetic. As well, minimalism is a huge thing in theatre we greatly value.
But it’s not for me.
This is kind of a continuation of my last post, when I talked about memories I keep on my bookshelves in my library. I have a lot, and I love it all. I’m quite on the opposite spectrum of minimalism: maximalism.
Maximalism is considered a loud style, full of colors, excess, patterns, and collections, and an aesthetic on it’s own.
Some say it follows a tagline of “more is more”, which I don’t agree with. I’m not stacking stuff on stuff for the sake of an aesthetic. I’m combining memories and mementos together creating that loud style. It’s not “more is more”, it’s “I’ll put up whatever I want that speaks to me and my experiences with no apology”.
What I enjoy about maximalism as opposed to minimalism is how personal it is. No one has the same stuff on the walls or items on the shelves, at least not altogether. It’s original, unique, and personal. I love that.
Minimalism, maximalism, it doesn’t matter which you prefer. Enjoy what you want your surrounding aesthetic to be, even if you’re not sure what it is. Don’t judge others for how they decorate or don’t decorate their spaces.
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Alexandra
Alexandra TG 