My kind of Heaven

Simplicity of an uncluttered life . . .

Perhaps a great piece of Art and I would call it perfect, well perfect for me.

I have always enjoyed an array of different interiors, eclectic, period designs but what speaks to my very essence is simple and void of what is purely decorative. The natural and textural spaces feel like heaven to me. Often the way a place looks and feels when you haven’t quite moved in - you know all your chachka’s, all the treasure we collect and gather - the irony isn’t lost on me as I hunt and acquire for clients and eventually myself here iin Morocco.

I think this is why I have traveled and moved constantly throughout my life. There is a freedom in living out of a bag, making do with what you have and enjoying the beauty of the experiences and blank canvas of an uncluttered life.

I sit here pondering the stuff that surrounds me in this small pied e terre/atelier I have called home for the last 8 months. It has become cluttered with bits and bobs of a creative life. The remnants of what has been the Covid pause, too long in one place and it has me thinking about the feelings that come with it?

A fine balance of having a base, a nest somewhere other than the desert (another story) and having the freedom to roam at will? Looking forward to the having the freedom to once again . . .

How do you feel, is home a sanctuary, or a sort of a confinement, the responsibilities either financial or the maintenance of all that resides inside?

I think at last count I have moved 50 times in my life, some were out of necessity but most where purely driven by me, a new space, a new project, always a new beginning. The blank canvas awaiting, the feeling that came with the empty, what is possible . . . fuelled by the simple process of the removal of what is no longer necessary, no longer needed, outgrown, new focus or possibilities that the space revealed to me. Being the creator of what is next, not sure that all the humans that have resided with me during these moves would feel as free as I have during the upheaval, the renovations, all the chaos before the calm?

I woke up this morning with that familiar feeling again, the feeling that only comes when I have sat alone with myself for some time and covid has gifted us all that, wanted or not . . . the gift of solitude and time.

The time to ponder, reflect, go deep not wide, to the the core of what is necessary to live a life by our own design. Often overlooked because of the noise, the distractions, the busy. I am not sure what is next but I am certain it involves more collaborations, flexibility and simplicity in ways that I have yet to explore. Gathering people in ways not yet imagined and creating art and spaces that reflect what lights my soul on fire.

Stay to tuned my friends to the unfolding of what is the only thing that we truly can control, the way we show up and choose what is our unique, authentic next step on our ultimate journey that is our one precious life.

michelle x