i've never been a big fan of pretty. i imagine you might have guessed that. pretty is nice. pretty is often cute. puppies are cute. but i don't want cute...or necessarily pretty. it just doesn't tug my chain.
i'm much more interested in texture. for instance, when i am going to dance, my experience begins with the music. it encompasses the beat, the volume, the voice, the horns, the strings. the experience wraps itself around the surface i am dancing upon, wood floors (swept or sandy?), soft carpet or firm indian rug, or a floor covered in debris. it all comes into play. and then there are the clothes on my body. soft, scratchy, heavy, clinging, unyielding patent leather, or parts that move (scarf, belt) and the jewelry (heavy, light, jingling, shiny).
all these elements blend and combat to create my adventure which might only be the duration of a silent sigh as it is unwoven by the voice of chris cornell or dave matthews or billie holiday.
these things catch my mind and my spirit and lift me up or settle me into a mood.
it is much the same with colors of paint, texture of substrate,
intensity of mood that devises the plan, and the outside players (dog, cat, child one, child two, telephone, commitments) that convene at an inopportune time or just at the right time to bring about a change in direction of the whole affair.
i am enamored with texture. it turns me on. and you?