I am always undecided whether I want to be a minimalist or a maximil-ist. I don’t think that is the right word in this context, but I guess you get the picture.
When I am having a minimalist moment at home I hide anything and everything away.
I remove all traces of personal memorabilia, photos, artefacts and knick-knacks from the furniture in my quest to achieve purity of design.
I tell myself that an uncluttered space will lead to an uncluttered mind and that this must be a good thing;
I will feel more peaceful within if I clear away the excess. This does not mean that I throw anything away – a clue that I am not a true minimalist – it just means that I can fool myself temporarily.