Often times, what we think of as beauty, is the ethereal arrangement of space. When there is clutter, as the Paradigm Scribe is wrestling with, it is the lack of space which pushes into our psyche that crowds the mind and fills our thoughts with too many images. One of the most remarkable horror movies of all time is the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. In it is a scene where there is a great deal of space – not only the Texan blue sky, which in itself can be remarkable, but, set on a low horizon, is a broad (covers the bottom of the screen) golden brown hill. It is quiet and there is no soundtrack (more white space). From the left side of the screen (as I recall it – and I could be wrong, but the sentiment is right) are three teenagers pushing a vehicle from left to right. Nobody says nothing. No chainsaw has made an appearance yet. But the image is startling. There is simply too much time to think. You know this is a horror movie. You know they are (most likely) going to die. One is drawn into the scene despite themselves. Stunning.
It is clear skin that attracts, broad strokes that intrigue, clean air which refreshes. It’s not about being minimalist – though there is certainly value there – it’s more about being healthy. Perhaps it is the suggestion that these complex things known as bodies crave the opposite of what they are: simplicity.
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