For some reason I recently got to thinking about the extremes of what inspire me. My tastes are very distinctly me and at times it almost seems that they're almost at odds with each other. I think about the design that speaks to me, simple often mid-century, subtle colors and clean lines. My blog is full of this stuff. The first time I recognized what the bauhaus was or Eames furniture I fell in love. Ask my mother, I loved simplicity even as a kid. I remember going through a taupe phase, yes taupe. I know, thank god I'm over that.
Then you have the art I love, outsider art, urban art, low brow art. This stuff speaks to the other part of me. The part that doesn't want to turn the chaos into order. The part that realizes the chaos is the best part. I live to vacillate between those two places, the order and the chaos.