It's strange that I crave minimalism in my surroundings...yet my favorite images are those of well-lived in, slightly cluttered, boho-chic homes. If you go onto my flickr site and look at my favorites, I gravitate toward images of rooms filled with old stuffy sofas, quilts, shabby-chic interiors - preferably with several cats gracing a window sill. Yet, when it comes to my own space I need empty-looking rooms with few tchochkes and no clutter anywhere. If something is moved from its regular spot I have to move it back to where it was or it drives me crazy. Why is that exactly? I like order, quiet, serenity and empty spaces. When I look at the photos above I get secret pleasure that such beauty of form can come from simple shapes. It's my way to practice meditation.