The joy my new blue walls has given me is immense. It’s inspired me to do some general restyling and decluttering although the latter not done a là Marie Kondo. Because, in the words of Diana Vreeland, the eye must travel and how can it travel if, in a minimalist setting, it has nowhere to go?
The walls painted, I sat on my bed and soaked up the blue. The beauty of the color gave me a tremendous sense of pleasure.
Beauty has a healing power. That’s why our soul hungers for it. So if beauty makes us feel good, why have we let the world become so ugly?