The older I get the more limited my life tends to become. I don't have a lot of money. I can't afford to be ferried around the world in a wheel chair and so my life must be centered on what I can do.
I've always loved rearranging things, especially rooms. It allows me to feel like I am in a new place and I love new places.
Done right a room conveys a feeling as much as anything else. It can be airy or cozy, elegant or rustic, whatever I choose to make it.
I can no longer change where I live, but I can change the way I live in a place; how I look out the windows, where the focus is going to be, what I do with a space that gives me a certain sense of being.
There is a large evergreen tree outside the front of my apartment. Viewed from one room, I could be in the Alps, or a forest. Viewed from different windows it looks down upon what might be a formal garden or patio or even a city scape, especially at night.
It only takes a hint of something and my imagination to enjoy where I am and due to years and years of extensive reading my imagination is immense.
I have collected an eclectic assortment of household goods. I have a Moroccan floor lamp, a beautiful Quan Yin, an Armani stallion, among some staple things like chairs and secretaries or dressers. It feeds my need to be creative. And it's all movable, so I can create almost anything I can dream up.
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