empty room(s)

old Leica shot, originally uploaded by benjaminhyun.

I don't know why I was so attracted to empty rooms. Correction: I don't know why I am attracted to empty rooms.

No, it is not because I can imagine what type of furniture can occupy the space. I am definitely not an interior designer, and a great testament to that is that I still rely heavily on my mother to help me pick out my furniture.

Maybe it's the whole NY thing - making living spaces out of old, frayed, and slightly destroyed (yet still expensive) buildings. That, of course, were not originally meant for living.

Perhaps it is my love for minimalism - in every way. I hate having paintings and drawings everywhere. I like to cut to the chase - no accessorizing. And this applies to everything in life. I don't enjoy extraneous words/sentences; I love giving/receiving direction in a curt matter. No harsh feelings attached ever because I thrive off efficiency. The best feeling is getting work done first. WORK DONE FIRST. I mean, how can you enjoy leisure when there are thoughts of labor lingering towards the backside of your head.

This is why I don't think I'll ever be an artist. I cannot find time to truly enjoy myself. I don't imagine this room being filled with objects. To me, a canvas will most likely remain devoid of markings - it will just be ready to go at some point.

And I really don't know when that will be.