Recently we’ve added some things to the living room and subtracted some, all in the effort to get the room closer to the room in our minds. I’m working on a big post on those things, and last night and this morning I took some photos of the room. When I examined them I noticed something strange. The room is very much like I thought it, dreamed it, drew it, modeled it, but I’m not really sure what that means. I think the end result will be more useful, more beautiful, more functional, more anything than it was before, but is it reasonable to think that there is some point of perfection, of completion, that can be achieved?
I don’t know.
I wish I had some deep thoughts about what it means to work towards an end, when the end is a living room. It seems trivial, but maybe not. It requires more effort than I wish to expend on a Sunday afternoon. A pencil rendering of the space renders my penciled fireplace more real than it is. Something about that makes me smile.
Here’s real. Living.
