I guess, truly, everyone is a curator of their own space, by necessity, +, who enjoys being surrounded by unappealing things? No one, that’s who. (Hence the word *unappealing*).
My desire to create optimum surroundings, has though, reached an ultimate high recently. Perhaps because (just guessing) I feel a major loss of control, specifically environmental control. My setting was chosen for me while I was unconscious (coma). It’s not that the result is bad, it’s not bad at all, but it is foreign. I did not choose to move back to Washington. My friend group here hasn’t been tended to in many years.
I’m curious if everyone gets the same level of fulfillment from arranging the things they own. I’d venture to guess: probably not. To me it’s like creating an art piece. I enjoy contrasting colors, so that they represent each-other well. I also enjoy creating environments in which 1 piece, which I already think is gorgeous, is highlighted.
Ah-hah! I figured it out. It’s a life-sized collage. It’s a privilege, I feel, to group & arrange things that you adore. This enables things that you consider beautiful, in their own right, to group w/ other things you revere, to create a gorgeous & unique combination.