& this is only half of what my living room looks like right now.
When I get creative, I’m messy. I can’t work with everything ordered and neat. Ever since I was a child, whether it was random bouts of inspiration or homework, the above picture is pretty much what my room looked like.
My mom hated it of course, she didn’t see how I could get any work done or find anything amidst the chaos that I loved. She would always say that it looked like a bomb went off in my room.
Apart from writing, which will forever be my first love, I’ve always loved creating things out of nothing. I love scrap-booking and making my own journal covers and, well, making whatever comes to mind.
I hate throwing things away, even if it’s a random ribbon that holds no sentimental value, I find myself thinking, I could use this for something.
I don’t have a creative process, there are no steps. I think by having a process it would be a somewhat ordered routine.
And that, to me, just takes the fun out of everything.
To any creative junkies out there, can you relate to the image above or are you less into creative clutter and more into ordered creativity?